Full Circle Poem by Mira Midha

Full Circle

Rating: 5.0


Sunshine….
Or is it just a reflection
Emanating from my mind,
Through glass
That lids my thoughts,
Ah…now it is morning
So maybe it is just the light,
Imaging, depicting
The end of night…
Can it be the essence of life
Trapped, caught
In a disorientation
Of being happy, distraught.
This uncertainty
Of where lines either start
To meet
Or end…..
As it turns into a bend
Then into a circle, confounding,
Containing secrets within,
Where do dreams end
And realities begin.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: reflections
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 16 May 2018

Dear Mira, such an excellent piece...10++++

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Mira Midha 16 May 2018

Appreciate your comment Bernard...Thanks

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Robert Murray Smith 16 May 2018

I like this poem a lot. Well crafted and executed.+++10

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Mira Midha 16 May 2018

Thank you for reading and appreciate your feedback

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