The Scales of Worth

House of mirrors this-
Glowing screen with drumbeat fingers,
Tapping of their own accord,
This life that’s not my own,
Nothing but this need to write
and be read-
Loved, revered, talked of
In blogs the other side of the world,
Across the mirrored hall of my mind,
This reflected light;
Refracted thoughts,
Nothing but a mote of dust,
To weigh the scales of worth.

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. charlesmashburn
    Jun 25, 2011 @ 14:42:26

    Ahem!! Were you reading my mind?? Very well said, and Oh, so true! Good one!


  2. booguloo
    Jun 30, 2011 @ 19:16:30

    Very nice and it whispers attention.


  3. Jingle Poetry
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 18:11:40

    simply fantastic.


  4. Jingle Poetry
    Jul 26, 2011 @ 18:12:13

    Invite you to join poetry potluck week 45 today,
    Any old poems or poems related to nature and life are welcome!
    Bless you.


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