My Vanity


My vanity

is made of teak.

My soul is made

Of would # #.


Our mirrors speak

through shattered glass

# # as soul

is understood.


The floating tray

a chaos holds—

beauty, color

masking # #…


I face the play

with interest; its

# # job is

to keep asking.



NOTE: The # symbol in this poem asks for simply a beat, a silent syllable. Tap something, or say the word “oh” to keep the proper time sequence for this poem’s four-syllables per line format. And I say # # thank you for reading this, and for playing poetry with me.


Photo by scottchan

published on 17 October 2011
Stock Photo – image ID: 10061372

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