Mirror, Mirror
As I look in the mirror,
I wonder who that is staring back
That woman with the grey at her temples,
And the fine lines around her eyes and mouth.
Her eyes are green like mine,
But I wonder what is in her soul
That indefinable place that makes her, Her.
Who is that staring back at me?
That near stranger
Whose thoughts I try to escape,
Whose dreams keep me awake at night,
Whose hopes drive me,
Whose fears turn me inside out.
Who is that staring back at me,
From the eyeless soul in the mirror?
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another pencil drawing
On My Oath
pencil drawing in negative
About Me
- loopdlu
- I'm just me....a woman with stuff on her mind. Read it, think about it, love it, hate it, forget it.
pointer man
pencil drawing of my own fat lil finger
10 comments:
Beautifully done and what I feel when I look in the mirror, thirty in my head, but this old lady of 65 looks back at me. Just where did she come from, anyway. Carol
Very nice. Definitely a strong image of the narrator and her inner self. Thank you for sharing.
carol..that is so often what i feel. i'm surprised when i see that 40 something chick looking back. Loop
rashenbo: thank you for stopping by. i always appreciate knowing what people think of my work. hope you come back! Loop
wonderful. love the lines:
Whose thoughts I try to escape,
Whose dreams keep me awake at night,
Whose hopes drive me,
Whose fears turn me inside out.
mirrors like photographs can either steal your soul--or reveal it to you.
i have always found encounters with mirrors disturbing.
my poem was also a reflection on reflections, self-reflection and souls--that self behind the eyes.
damn that's how i feel half the time when i stop long enough to peer with eyes wide open.
Great poem. Loved this image:
That near stranger
Whose thoughts I try to escape,
Whose dreams keep me awake at night,
Whose hopes drive me,
Whose fears turn me inside out.
Thanks.
P.S. I've posted mine, and you'll see what's been on my mind lately.
Loop, I was reading someone else's blog the other day and it said we should spend ten minutes looking at ourselves in the mirror. Long before the ten were up, we'd stop seeing ourselves the way we usually do and start seeing us as others do.
This poem made me think of that.
I'm still too wimpy to try it, though. I like my delusions!
thanks to all who stopped by and read, and left comments. i love knowing what others think of my work. please stop by anytime, and tell me what you think.
Whoa. That's hitting close to home today. Wow. Ouch.
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