Disclaimer: This poem is a revision of "Mirror" by Sylvia Plath. Some of her original words andphrases were used in the rewritting of this poem. However, the meaning of the poem below is my original work.
Silver-Lining
Revision 1
His hair is silver and intact. He has no preconceptions.
The food that he sees is swalloed immediately
Just as it is, unseasoned by salt or pepper.
It is not cruel, only distasteful -
The eye of a god, always watching.
Most of the time he meditates on the opposite sex.
They are nice, with huge hearts. He has looked at them so long
He thinks they are a part of his heart. But they fall away.
Faces and Food confuse him over and over.
Now he is in a lake. Geese surround him,
Searching his reaces for something not there.
Then they turn toward heaven, the god of the stars.
They fly away, and he breathes easily.
She rewards him with peace and the dancing of stars.
She is important to him. She came and stays.
Each morning it is Her face that replaces the darkness.
For him She has drowned his reflection, and in Her
Rises toward him day after day a terrible fish.
