For today’s poetry prompt let’s try a mirror poem.


no good at selfies


I prefer bathroom mirrors
that are medicine cabinet doors—
three sections fold to produce
an infinity when in proper configuration.

Light is stranger than fiction—
photons bouncing between silvered
glass like manic tennis balls—

but I still can’t see the bald
spot when I poke my head
into that eternal corridor
because my face gets in the way.

Mirrors only reverse left and right,
as if there are just two sides
to every story.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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8 Responses to Mirror

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    Love the last stanza in particularly.

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  2. JeanMarie says:

    You might not be good at selfies, but that’s a great pic for the poem. Well done.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lisa Tomey says:

    I like every part of this!

    Liked by 1 person

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