Saturday, 2 October 2021

Reflections

 'You do this, 

on purpose, 

don't you', 

nagged the sky, 

like a quarelling spouse,

'Depends',

said the reflection,

'make me happy, 

and see how I glow,

put me in a bad mood, 

and you'll see what I can do!'

'I know',

the sky retorted,

'all you'll see is my faults,

and twist and turn and distort,

all the good things into bad',

'and how??', 

countered the reflection, 

a hand resting on the waist, 

palms curled up under, 

eyes narrowing, 

neck tilting to a side, 

'Those dark things you see and say,

for instance, 

about my blocking your light, 

the poetic ones call them clouds', 

'Is it!,

said the reflection,

with a victorious ring to the it, 

having discovered 

the most leathal weapon

of intterogation,

'so somebody's seeing poetic ones now!, 

I am the honest one, f.y.i.,

(F.Y.I. in bold AND caps)

honesty, which was once a virtue',

'Aah! Forget it', 

said the sky,

'Even the stars, 

you see them only as scattered dim light!

The moon, 

a zig zagly tapering tailed thing,

I am so fed up

of your distortions, 

and ungratefulness for all my beauty',

said the sky, 

tears swelling up in his eyes, 

'Don't you cry and try to 

win me over with drama!'

Tears rolled down his face. 

'Baby, baby, please, 

come here, 

ok, I am sorry',

said the reflection, 

'though for no fault of mine (underbreath)',

'Ok', 

said the sky, smiling,

'but people call it rain!' 

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