Open Poetry #23 |
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Mirror.... Mirror |
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CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise ![]() |
Shadows cast a cold grey pall against yellowed paint, staining my mind with the bitter taste of morning. Slowly, with the calculating steps of a convict seeking parole, I stagger from faded flowered sheets to a funhouse mirror where a garish clown with a painted on smile sadly stares back at me with uncertainty. Anonymously she carefully assesses my estimated worth, careful to remember every unpaid debt, reminding me with bankrupt emotions. An expert, she is my greatest critic... How did I get nowhere, so damn fast, going someplace? But somewhere between stale coffee and week old news, I gather my courage to greet a new day. Poetry is: |
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since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Sheesh, I like your's a lot more than I like mine....(the poem and while we are at it...the pic).... |
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CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise |
LOL at you Barry.. You see, we don't view ourselves the same as another sees us.... I just posted it to prove a point... Ain't nuthin' wrong with your face,baby! and as for me? I have just been having these ughhhhhh morning feelings...LOL my birthday looms large hehehe so thanks for your uplifting and kind assessment warm hugs, Cher Poetry is: |
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