Open Poetry #37 |
Mirrored Glass |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Mirrored Glass Caught the years in the bedroom mirror mocking me; crows-foot eyes, wrinkles that were dimples years ago, hairline that isn’t what it used to be. You, still in bed asleep, were in there too; gray hair scattered on your pillow, skin on the back of your hand satiny, almost translucent, spotted here and there. Losing my place, though not visible, mocks me from inside every time I walk into a room, forget why I’m there, or in mid-sentence when emptiness replaces thought. My soul screams ‘this really isn’t me’. But it is. Undeniably. Me. And You. Where once we patronized, we are now the patronized – venerable grandparents in a prison hidden until aging bodies, dwindling minds, force us there. But mirrors lie. They reflect only what they see, and they don’t see the youth inside who sees beyond reflection. Who sees you lying in the bed, your glowing auburn hair, flawless skin, breath quickening just as it always has, when I take your hand. Mirrors lie. But this time it’s truth our bedroom mirror sees . . . Love between the two of us, reflected in it's mirrored glass. © w. james beard, jr. – march 2006 |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I hope every woman has a man just like you! "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Mirrors lie. But this time it’s truth our bedroom mirror sees . . . Love between the two of us, reflected in it's mirrored glass." I'm with Susan on this one! You are so darn sweet! Good to see you here again.. Hugs to ya Jimmy. ~ Trace my body with your words, |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
Now THIS is spectacular - brought tears to my eyes, it did... as my sweetheart and I both cope with the process of aging along with our disabilities, we try to laugh at ourselves, but sometimes I worry that he thinks I am getting too old, too gray, too absent-minded... and then he gives me "that" look, and I, too, know the mirror lies. You said this so beautifully, on a day I really needed to hear it. Thank you! Caroline He who wants a rose must respect the thorn. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
When we look into the mirror and see our parent staring back, it is then we can no longer deny! loved your poem, martyjo |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Hi, Jimmy! This sure was written well. ...jo |
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ambermize Member
since 2001-04-21
Posts 157California |
This is absolutely beautiful...brought tears to my eyes actually....thanks for my emotional upheaving of the evening... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
My soul screams ‘this really isn’t me’. I can understand this...and yes, I think the mirror lies also. M |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Well, my friend, what a stunningly beautiful this is! It's a lover's write for all times. A keeper. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
beautiful m'friend Jimmy, but coming from your pen and heart, I knew it would be. Much enjoyed!! seek the flame within yourself |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Mirrors lie, but not hearts. Thank you for the delightful love story. |
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Spot Junior Member
since 2006-03-04
Posts 45CA, US |
I haven't experienced the hardships of aging that you described yet, but your words brought me into it. Very well-written. I hope that when I do start to get older I can have someone as sweet and eloquent as you at my side |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
But mirrors lie. They reflect only what they see, and they don’t see the youth inside who sees beyond reflection. Who sees you lying in the bed, your glowing auburn hair, flawless skin, breath quickening just as it always has, when I take your hand. Mirrors lie. But this time it’s truth our bedroom mirror sees . . . Love between the two of us, reflected in it's mirrored glass. Yanno... I'm at work... and trying to slip in a few poems... and you're really wrecking my plans to be subtle. *S* For this brought tears... as only beauty can. *S* What a beautiful poem... what a beautiful love. *S* |
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