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| Image / Engin Akyurt |
Of Time and Silences in the Mirror
1.
looking into a cracked mirror at night
seeing my temporal eyes and their darkness
such gladness falls and mingles with sadness
like a hard rain with thunder and lightning
glass then has a voice I had failed to hear
maybe there were faint whispers in silver waves
but youth had blinded my vision!
called with force in vanity
both past and future held my attention
still looking back has its treasures
the blending of mist and rain will disappear
quicker than my mirror's fading face.
2.
my eyes bright and sky blue looking through windows
catching the light breaking on life's branches
chasing the shadows that flee from me like my youth
I realize I've relinquished that youth long ago!
when my eyes were clear and my mind tasted life
what more could soothe my emotions in hindsight?
maybe the resemblance of summer rain or roses
or the power of life's thunder in my restless mind!
while I look into black veins and branches of a looking glass
as it murmurs in whispered tones of strained glass
for now age has caused me to inspect my old passions
to listen to the sounds of my rattling bones and their sorrows.
© Myrtle Thomas
© Myrtle Thomas
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| Myrtle Thomas Myrtle Thomas lives in America and is retired from a large manufacturing company. She has been published in several poetry journals and magazines, and is a member of ALLpoetry.com, writing under the pen name Bluebird74. Myrtle self-published four poetry books and also has a new chapbook on Amazon (In My Land of Dreams). She uses poetry as a form of medicine to heal past wounds; poetry has been a companion to her for over thirty years. |
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