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.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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14 Responses to Broken clouds (in the face of mirrors)

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

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  2. ksbeth says:

    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. Lynn Love says:

    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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    • pinklightsabre says:

      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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      • Lynn Love says:

        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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    • pinklightsabre says:

      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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