Mirrors are perpetually deceitful. They lie, and can steal your true self. They reveal only what your mind believes it sees. An interesting insight. Thank you for sharing. r

Having observed a cardinal continually attacking my sliding glass door, thinking what he saw was another rival for its territory, I think one of the measures of intelligence is that recognition while taking a drink in a mirrored water surface, knowing that the image one sees is a true and very accurate reflection… Not of moods or psychological dispositions, but of what is on the face at that time, warts and all.

What I see in your poem and your book is not merely an accurate reflection, but a much deeper psychological aspect of the mind's ability to conjure up images like a mirror but from entirely different psychological perspectives. I see some poets spending their entire poetic energy on a certain psychological aspect of themselves that they feel they must hash over time and time again. Like one of those persistent repeating nightmares that never ends.

Ron

Enjoyed your thoughts.

Jusst when I thought the two-way mirror might be revealing enough, never thought about the three way mirror. Interesting.