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Half Full

further and further the water on the glass disappears

or is it that it’s just slowly being filled?

every which way you look at it

you see it, don’t need to be very skilled

 

I see it the way it is, a glass with water

nothing special with it

what I’ll do with it though, is what matters

drink, drain or fill it up

up to me to see what amount of water the glass holds

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Looking Through Stained Glass Windows

the colors vivid, a picturesque image

she stood there her eyes sullen and sickly

her hair she tried to keep kempt

alas! to no avail

 

she stood there, mouth gaping and closing

as if talking but without words

watching but not seeing

what does she see through those eyes?

 

painted with beautiful colors

stained by the years in the uncaring world she knew

heart hardened like stone

now she stands, almost motionless

where the colors meet like a warm summer’s day

 

she drifts, perhaps into oblivion

perhaps into consciousness

she stands there, staring

what does she see through those eyes, I wonder?

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The Looking Glass

The Queen was in her chamber, and she was middling old.
Her petticoat was satin, and her stomacher was gold.
Backwards and forwards and sideways did she pass,
Making up her mind to face the cruel looking-glass.
The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass
As comely or as kindly or as young as what she was!

The Queen was in her chamber, a-combing of her hair.
There came Queen Mary’s spirit and It stood behind her char,
Singing “Backwards and forwards and sideways may you pass,
But I will stand behind you till you face the looking-glass.
The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass
As lovely or unlucky or as lonely as I was!”

The Queen was in her chamber, a-weeping very sore.
There came Lord Leicester’s spirit and It scratched upon the door,
Singing “Backwards and forwards and sideways may you pass,
But I will walk beside you till you face the looking-glass.
The cruel looking-glass that will never show a lass,
As hard and unforgiving or as wicked as you was!”

The Queen was in her chamber, her sins were on her head.
She looked the spirits up and down and statelily she said: –
“Backwards and forwards and sideways though I’ve been,
Yet I am Harry’s daughter and I am England’s Queen!”
And she saw her day was over and she saw her beauty pass
In the cruel looking-glass, that can always hurt a lass
More hard than any ghost there is or any man there was!

– Rudyard Kipling