Mirrors The night opened, and the stars bloomed. The light receded past the horizon. The moon empty, playing its cycle, renewed. The lake is dark and shallow. The water's bottom is small lights. The sky hides behind clouds, the bottom follows. The rain begins its decline to its kin. The lake errupts apun its juxtoposition. The sky is clostrophobic, the lake has a friend. The beginning is near the end when seen from so far away. The names that give these things meaning, live. I do not.
yeah, the end really doesnt have anything to do with the rest of the poem... but i didn't know where to go. i thought that since the beginning was full of description and metaphors that i wanted to end it abruptly. the last line (i think) would be better if the two early lines "The beginning is near the end when seen from so far away." * "The names that give these things meaning, live." had more to do with the rest of the poem... i wasnt to happy with it either, but i wanted critisism. thank you!
i like the flow that this creates. an equalized sky and landscape is created, the actions unfolding, a tension arises, then seemingly reconciled.... ...and then NOPE, not from where the recociler linguisticizes
