“Self Reflection”

The darkened night sky fell fast upon me
as I stood there, gazing down
at the reflection in the pond, wondering
who was staring back at me?

The descending night playing tricks on the water
I could swear I saw an angel, with wings
and a halo, or was it a goddess
reigning supreme, staring back at me?

It wasn't the me I see everyday
nor even the one that I see in my mind
this was the me that everyone else sees
the one that to which I seem to be blind

Except for this moment of timeless
recognition, the kind that will last
til the next precognition
of self

~*~
01/10/06

I was awarded Second Place Award for this poem!
This poem won Second Place Award
in WOSIB's Literary Garden's
Jan'06 Poetry Challenge.

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“The descending night playing tricks on the water
I could swear I saw an angel,
with wings
and a halo, or was it a goddess
reigning supreme,
staring back at me?”

Brenda Barnhart