Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Small Stones: Mirror Mirror




Mirror--
Cold smooth
Silvered glass

Touching—cold
Touching—smooth

My shaking hand
Does it appear?
Will it always?

Nothing there,
Where did I go?
Who am I?

Will try not to scream,
No tears! No tears!
Now is not the time.

Breathe,
Try to breathe:
Take in,
Give out.
Take in,
Give out.
Out,
Out…

16 comments:

  1. A little self reflection can do one good and can surely leave one, most times, feeling understood.

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    1. Sometimes I like what I see, other times not.

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  2. Reflecting on the small stones that line the road of our lives, sometimes to gather in the middle and create obstacles.....

    That's the beauty of poetry, we all see something different, feel something different and the above is what I felt after reading yours.

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    1. The wonder of poetry is that it speaks one way and then another.

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  3. A deep and beautiful breath! Happy Halloween!

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    1. Thanks, Lisa! I thought it would be good for this day.

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  4. Oh my, I sometimes feel that way also, but I try not to go there.

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    1. I make short visits there, but leave as quickly as possible.

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  5. And if I step away from my image and am no longer reflected, am I still there. Do I exist. Thoughts of this nature could hold me prisoner beside a puddle in the road for a long, long time.

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  6. I've read this twice and taken something different from it each time. Ilove how it is constructed.

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    1. Wonderful--it was meant to be ambiguous and yet attach itself to the reader's thoughts.

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    1. So glad you could appreciate the atmosphere.

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  8. Dear Susan, you are a writer. Peace.

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!