mirrored
mirrored
texture
forever plastered
beneath your
ceramic interior
mirrored
in your nostrils
answers
to every story
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Written for:
Magpie Tales – Mag 110
Also written for:
Writing in the Second Person
Also written for:
#312 – The Rest of the Story
Photo Credit: Duane Michals
Posted on March 25, 2012, in http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/, Magpie Tales, Sunday Scribblings and tagged liv2write2day, Magpie Tales, poetry prompt, second person, sunday scribblings, the rest of the story, writing in second person, writing prompt. Bookmark the permalink. 29 Comments.
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ZONGRIK 
I like the perspective you chose for this prompt. Should it be plastered ?
Ah…that is interesting……
“mirrored in your nostrils” Ha!
nice clean poem…
Wander
The mirror refelects our mental projections.
You’ve nosed out the truth here.
rel
I hadnt thought about the cocaine aspect !
Cocaine!? I love Magpie Tales. : )
Your talent is clear.
oh, now i get it! good one!
♥
Ha! I didn’t get the mirrored into the nostrils either. So interesting to think of plastered interior rather than exterior.
K.
A ceramic interior to go with her porcelain features? Clever to cut the picture down too.
a clever twist of the nostrils
‘mirrored in your nostrils’ breath of fresh air this one.
Like how you cropped the photo, got right down to the nitty gritty.
There is a bit of the exotic in this photo. I hadn’t thought of the cocaine aspect as is mentioned in the comments…grateful to not have had any personal experience with it. But the mirror does imply that. Is that where you were taking it? Thanks to hooking it up to my prompt. I always look forward to your work.
i have fun trying to write one poem for multiple prompts. i’m glad you like how i did this.
since i don’t do drugs, and never hung out with people who did, i totally did not think of the cocaine aspect of the mirror and the nostril. retrospectively, that’s exactly what this poem seems to be about. from now on, that’s what it shall mean to me. 🙂
cool how you can write something and it means something totally different to other people, and then it can mean that to you also.
I’ve had the same experience. It makes me think of channeling…who knows how these things happen. That’s part of the excitement of the creative process, isn’t it.
Plastered, indeed…nice write…
Wonderful words.
Like where this prompt has went. As for the cocaine bit – I hope she’d never confuse her actual nose with her mirrored one. Cost her a fortune her habit would!…lol
nice one indeed….thjanks for sharing this
great stuff:) i didn’t get the coke angle until i read the comments, but there’s no escaping it now.
clever way of describing cocaine intake…
Ah – clever write!
Anna :o]
Well captured!
Nice!
Ahh.. from ceramic interiors to nostrils, very interesting choice of words 🙂
a good write,had to read it a few times to get it all.
This might sound like a strange response but I love freshly grouted tile down to the way it smells there is something timeless about it in soaring Egyptian spirit of elders more wise than we commoners in this newer age can likely imagine! the stone cutters of eternity in ceramic tile..if you will…love ya friend love your words…