Returning home I see my own reflection
Escaping from ourselves, mirrors deny.
Perhaps time’s flow only brings dejection?
Reasoning otherwise, just seems a lie.
Even prints send contrary messages
Staging years in costumes just presages:
Enter, unclothed, the final tragic scene!
Now memories don’t record but only dream
The image from reality takes flight
As we replay old tapes of sound and sight
Though would ever, new life, be created
If from past ideas, truth’s reinstated?
Only there must be re-presentation –
Not of truth – but bearing some relation?
Refer to: Oct 2020 – Nice work
Acrostic sonnet
An excellent response to the challenge, dense with ideas playing around with the theme word.