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My Mirror sonnet eh!

The Mirror

You stand right before me
in admiration of self emulated beauty
the giggle is spontaneous and genuine
then you break down into a seeming reunion

now you dance after a refreshing bath
let your towel fall without a trace of wrath
then you laugh, the world may hear
as you are seemingly calling for your loved dear

Finally through life’s magnetic trance
you wander and mindlessly ballet dance
as raw beauty emerges, as fresh as it can be
your loved one is an implanted fiancée for thee

then it’s all over the mirror cracks
all curves break and cheeks smack

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Structured: Western
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Sonnets...brrrr.... I can't write a good one to save myself so I'm not gonna critique somebody who Does attempt one.But I will say a sonnet to oneself is original lol.......stan

I cannot "see" you but can image well a woman after a shower doing what you did by a mirror-
we all pose, hold in the stomach or dance, whatever when the robe comes off and we are left to stare at ourselves in the mirror. You were successful in conveying those involuntary actions.

I got lost in the last three lines:

your loved one is an implanted fiancée for thee ( I have no idea what this means)

then it’s all over the mirror cracks (Oh, dear, but how did this happen???)
all curves break and cheeks smack (Oh dear...is there, like, blood??)

That's what's in my mind during those lines..but I am just one reader, who always tells it as he sees it. But love to hear your take on the end of the poem...
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Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

and
as she ages the mirror shows her wrinkles
she feels rejected as if the mirror would mirror her as cracked ..
an extension of imagery
when a young lass becomes decrepit

I compose form all levels
male/female/guys and gals etc
I am an unique entity
Hope you are not more confused as this was my then view
a decade ago
when I too was also younger..
thanks for coming by

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