I am Legitimate – musings of a selfconscious mirror

I am Legitamate
 
–The Musings of a selfconscious Mirror—
 
Am I still a mirror when
I am broken up in side?
My pieces have been scattered
And there’s no one to confide?
 
Tell me what you see in me
I fear I am not so bright,
How I have made you happy
When you gaze in me at night.
 
I feel so bruised and broken
It’s so very close to bone,
To know why you look past me
Why you leave here alone.
 
I fell, and you walked by me,
No you did not pick me up,
My pieces strewn across
the floor, lying here face up.
 
Mud and dust they cover me
And the roads no place to hide,
Am I still a mirror when
I am scattered far and wide?
 
Tell me I’m legitimate
When they pass me under foot,
So much of me is scattered
And there’s no one left to look.
 
Mirror, mirror, on the floor
I’ll give you seven years luck,
If only you would look at
Me and say, “I need a pluck.”
 
© Iain Sutherland, 2013
Painting: The Mirror – Sir Frank Dicksee
 
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20 thoughts on “I am Legitimate – musings of a selfconscious mirror

    • Hey thanks Cubby! Would you believe me if I said you had inspired me to start rhyming? I never used to like rhyming because if felt forced, I guess because I wasn’t used to it. Your rhymes never come across as cliché, or forced, so I guess you inspired me to give it a go! Thanks for the wonderful feedback. 😀

  1. I’ve been meaning to comment on this poem for a while. I don’t actually know what to say though. The tab has been open on my computer since I first got the email it was there. I just like it. I don’t know why. I feel bad for the mirror, I think. I still see it as an actual mirror. Not a person. A mirror I feel bad for, for being broken and abandoned and ultimately not being able to fulfill its purpose. In a strange way, it still reflects. It reflects a part of me. The part of me that instinctively cares for that which is suffering. Even when it’s not a person. If you endow an inanimate object with wants and desires then there will be something inside me that wants for its wellbeing and success.

    Four days ago I didn’t know what to say yet, somehow, I’ve just seen it now.

    • Thanks for taking the time to comment Rebekah! I just realised that I hadn’t replied. How slack of me.

      I’m glad you see the mirror as a character, sometimes delving too deep into the realm of metaphor can be dangerous. At least when you delve to fast. I had a friend interpret this as my personal cry for help. Once someone understands the Poet plays many roles and voices many characters, they will understand not everything is self-reflexive.

      Here I’m trying to speak to our generation, at what I see as being a crisis of legitimation.

  2. I like the way to broke up “in side” and “under foot” for the purpose of showing the shattered in the style of the poem.

    The mirror dwells upon feeling empty because people ignore it. How we want to be same when we are different. Its the difference between what we think of ourselves and what other think of us. Even more, I think it also portrays that sometimes we let what others think of us effect what we think of ourselves.

    • Thanks, I’m glad you noticed that. It was important to me to show how the mirror once knew a normal-life inside, and wasn’t always broken under foot. I love your reflection at the end! Very true! Our culture tends to put so much focus on ‘finding yourself’ and ‘identity’; yet, it also encourages us to question everything, without giving us anything stable in return.

      There is almost no room for the objectivity of the mirror. We don’t like what we see anymore, we’d rather look into the mirror of someone else’s face, or a media representation. If the world asks us to break up our affections into so many areas, how we will find our place, how will feel legitimate there?

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