Thursday, October 28, 2021

mirror reflections

in the mirror,

your face 

is staring back at me

a line across your forehead

furrowed as mine

your eyes hardset as gravel

your thin mouth snarling,

a loaded gun


i fear the words tipping

out of my own lips

a thunderbolt

of energy, sharp gust of adrenalin

uncontained

i tie my curly hair back

as if to rein in myself

amidst the rising

fear and frustration


but when i put my hand

over my heart,

i

know

it beats 

differently-

soft as raindrops




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OLN, hosted by Linda Lyberg.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

20 comments:

  1. So beautiful, Grace: that heartbeat is the core of our being, the part we can trust, which guides us through the fear and frustration.

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  2. This is so beautiful, Grace. I love the reflection of fierceness and feeling of the heart beating--the soul within.

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  3. Grace,
    That vulnerability last stanza comes at us so unexpectedly that it literally leaves us gasping at the pain. I love the way you weave imagery and emotion so seamlessly. Beautifully written.
    pax,
    dora

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  4. I feel the duality between the soft raindrops and that anger... maybe you need a bit of both... and there are moments for both.

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  5. Reigning in and disarming that snarling mouth, and softening those gravelly eyes, softening that heartbeat by pulling back one's hair...oh, if only
    Great write, Grace.

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  6. I feel like she's trying to move from her head to her heart and it's all so beautifully stirring. 💓

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  7. I found the imagery of tying your hair back as reins to control yourself very interesting.

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  8. Beautiful metaphors, Grace. I love:

    "your eyes hardset as gravel"

    "Your thin mouth snarling,
    a loaded gun"

    "I fear the words tipping
    out of my own lips
    a thunderbolt."

    Really wonderful <3

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  9. first i thought maybe you were seeing yourself, your feeling on the surface in contrast with your inner self, and then i thought maybe youre seeing someone else, a relative maybe, who resembles you, but as a person, quite different... (?) love the mystery of this, very well written.

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  10. Oh the heartbeat is such a lovely ending. We really are to journey on to love.

    Much💜love

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  11. The heart has its own eyes, for sure. Still deep waters are such a different vantage -- they are my true north ...

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  12. I am suffering badly my sight and arthritis, so I will return soon and read and remark,!

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  13. This is nearly cinematic in its strong and ambiguous imagery. I love it!

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  14. Such a visceral evocation of anger...My heart followed as the return to the physical heartbeat, the breath, slowed things down. (K)

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  15. Mirrors and masks lend themselves so well to poetry like this, introspective and reflective. I have felt this about someone "..your thin mouth snarling,/a loaded gun.." and it's frightening, but your poem takes us past this to a better perspective. Excellent writing, Grace.

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  16. I feel a redemption in this ... beautifully penned, Grace. Happy weekend.

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  17. Hand over heart, where truth lives. A beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
    ~peace, Jason

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