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The Other Side
Dec. 29th, 2024 04:58 pmI'll meet your eyes through the looking-glass.
What you might see might not be me;
I cannot give you a guarantee.
Still, meet those eyes in the looking-glass.
What you might see might not be me.
But is it you that's looking, too?
Say, is it you who's looking through?
When what's to see might not be me?
Say, is it you that's looking, too?
What are they on that other side?
Are they the parts we strive to hide?
Oh, is that you who's looking, too?
What are they on that other side?
I dare not meet those avid eyes;
there's frenzy just below their guise.
Who are they on that other side?
I'll meet your eyes through the looking-glass.
But what you'll see will not be me.
It's not! It's not! It cannot be!
What’s looking back in that looking-glass?
Written in Catena Rondo verse. I'm challenging myself to try out new verse forms so that my writing style doesn't stagnate. This is the result of my first attempt. I rather like that whimsy the repetition gives it.
This is something of a WIP. I can't presently see any specific way to improve or expand upon what's already written, and yet I feel like it's not in its most ideal form yet.
What you might see might not be me;
I cannot give you a guarantee.
Still, meet those eyes in the looking-glass.
What you might see might not be me.
But is it you that's looking, too?
Say, is it you who's looking through?
When what's to see might not be me?
Say, is it you that's looking, too?
What are they on that other side?
Are they the parts we strive to hide?
Oh, is that you who's looking, too?
What are they on that other side?
I dare not meet those avid eyes;
there's frenzy just below their guise.
Who are they on that other side?
I'll meet your eyes through the looking-glass.
But what you'll see will not be me.
It's not! It's not! It cannot be!
What’s looking back in that looking-glass?
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Written in Catena Rondo verse. I'm challenging myself to try out new verse forms so that my writing style doesn't stagnate. This is the result of my first attempt. I rather like that whimsy the repetition gives it.
This is something of a WIP. I can't presently see any specific way to improve or expand upon what's already written, and yet I feel like it's not in its most ideal form yet.
