Monday, February 16, 2015

Michael Keshigian - Mirrors

Approach them 
when they least expect it,
sneak up on an angle
in a sun filled room
and look into their depths,
to view a shallow pretense of reality
on a flat blank wall, but make sure 
they don’t catch your image.
Witness the burden they bear,
carrying the weight of the room
upon their shoulders,
the queen size bed
with its matching night stand,
adjacent to the windows
between which lingers the dresser
upon a thickly carpeted floor.
All day, every day, 
the images never change,
except at night when mirrors 
crave the company of darkness,
once sunlight has released its grip
to allow respite
and a vacant, dead stare 
into timelessness and eternity,
neither of which demand reflection
in a tactile sense,
though they stand there in absentia, 
admiring themselves in the dark,
your reflection upon them,
making you sweat.

Michael Keshigian’s ninth poetry book, Dark Edges was recently released this September, 2014 by Flutter Press.  He has been widely published in numerous national and international journals and appeared as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 5 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (

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