Broken clouds (in the face of mirrors)

The sky returned what we saw in it
but like a mirror, it lied:

It lied on your wedding day when you
thought it brightened just for you:

It lied when you carried your cat to
the vet’s office to be put down, one warm fall:

It lied every morning you went looking
for any bit of light left, still:

And it’s those lies that keep us going and
give us strength in the face of mirrors.



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14 replies

  1. Oh you had me at the warm fall with the cat. Beautiful prose Mr Pink Light Sabre.

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  2. i think we need those little white lies from the skies at times –

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  3. Wunderbar. I always have this idea on nice days that someone out there is going through hell in spite of it. Happens all the time.

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  4. We do attribute consideration to the sky that doesn’t it exist. When the sun shines on some personal endeavour, we seem to take it as a blessing, when it’s rainy or cloudy, we take it as a bad omen, some kind of warning that the venture is cursed. I like the comparision to a mirror, because of course they do lie – surely I’m still 23 … 🙂

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    • The sky takes on a much different quality this time of year here; I like the notion there’s benefits to lies and self-deception, that it’s necessary even. Good to hear from you all the same Lynn! I kiss the UK, have gone sentimental on our time there 2 years ago now.

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      • Been pretty absent from WP, trying to ration myself to 2 posts a week as my blogging habit was getting out of control. Trying to write more for comps, redraft the WIP, etc. Sorry I haven’t been popping by, but glad to see your mind is still turning, as with the seasons 🙂

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  5. Why the seasonal depression tag?! I see nothing dreary about this.

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    • That’s a cryptic tag: for me, it’s to look for whatever brightness you can find in the sky to lift your mood when the seasons change. I guess one who is truly depressed loses track or ability to look for it, or even care.

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