Today I thought of a free verse poem entitled, “Two Reflecting Mirrors.” It is a short, simple poem with one idea. The reason I had wanted to share it with you is that I mentioned in one of my poems the idea of, “eternities.”
In my poem, “A Sweet Love Poem III,” found in Poetry Beside Rippling Waters, I told you, “I saw eternities in your eyes…” (p. 5). But I suppose some might have difficulties understanding what this means.
So, I have written a new poem:
Two Reflecting Mirrors
When I look into one mirror, I see eternity.
When I look into the other mirror, I see another eternity.
We are mirrors.
When we look at each other,
I see my eternity in your eyes
And you see your eternity in mine.
We are two reflecting mirrors.
K. E. Ward
It is a love poem. Just as Poetry Beside Rippling Waters describes the conflict between marriage and formal vocation, it is also a collection of love poems, and this idea which came to me today might actually complete the book of poetry. The imagery in my poem is one that I particularly like. I used to take photographs of mirrors and reflections in the mirror. And the “glass-like silhouette,” in “The Billowy Wind,” (p. 10) is in reference to a reflection in the water, water we also see in the title of the book. Of course, the title alludes to Psalm 23 in scripture, in which “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.” (Psalm 23:1-2 KJV).
Poetry beside rippling waters is when God begins to speak to us. You see, a reflection allows us to see ourselves. I like Norman Rockwell’s painting, “Girl at Mirror,” in which a young girl is pondering her own reflection. Like St. Catherine’s, “Know Thyself,” so must we examine our outer and inner selves.
But in the love poem, my mate and I look at each other and see Infinity. That is the idea of love for each other, forever, or, “true love,” love that never dies, or a fondness that never ends.
True Love between two people is entirely different from examining ourselves by ourselves. In the myth, Echo and Narcissus, Echo sought revenge from the goddess Nemesis, who cursed Narcissus to fall in love with his own reflection after he turned her affections away; meanwhile, she was doomed to despair as an endless echo. Needless to say, this is an unrequited love myth, and what it means to me is that Narcissus and Echo would never have true love as long as Narcissus never pondered himself, for Echo was the first one to fall in love with him.