glass
my eyes mend
everyday
lush
red lipstick
carefully drawn
over delicate wrinkles
your edges are
stitched
with precision
while mine
wallows
damp with shallow
rain
& flaws with each
sharp thunder clap
i wince
under your bright
harsh light but
once the moon lingers
his fingers on your oval frame
you are ivory window
opening
you are third-eye needle
piercing
beneath the milky
layers,
a face
waiting to be unmasked-
Credit to Brooke Shaden
Posted for Imaginary garden for Real Toads - Ode to Quotidian Hosted by Karin
and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is splendid, the way I cannot refrain from thinking what's underneath the pondering of age and how we see ourselves.. The mirror is that judge mental friend we both love and fear..
ReplyDeleteI love this exploration with our relationship to mirrors..it is all in the perception I guess..the mirror remains constant ..maybe what we see (or allow ourselves to see) is the thing that changes..what a thoughtful and beautiful poem..
ReplyDeleteA mirror can indeed be a harsh judge, never deceives us; but the delicate wrinkles are nothing to hide & can be beautiful beneath the lingering moon.
ReplyDeleteI am not a huge fan of mirrors - they lie, they turn things. Make us see the things that make us feel less than we are. Third eye blind indeed.
ReplyDeletemending wrinkles under harsh light is a bit painful but that moment is great when the face waits to be unmasked...a beautiful write...
ReplyDeleteSmash the mirrors and be on ones merry wrinkled way lol
ReplyDelete... happy fathers day ... i wish ... the more wrinkles the less wishes ... to know him, Love, cat.
ReplyDelete... did u know that pressing firmly onto ur third eye will help lessen migraine pain?
DeleteAbsolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA mirror is very symbolic as the mirror see the many reflections of ourselves through the roads we have taken. Happy Sunday Grace!
ReplyDeleteMirror is always so very truthful.. depicting the sweet & harsh sides of reality.. It can unmask everyone's face and reflect their true intentions as well.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned :D
mirrors tell us the ultimate truth
ReplyDeletemy mom always called it 'putting on her war paint', as she sat before her mirror ~
ReplyDeleteThe second stanza is amazing in and of itself, and the whole is really impacting.
ReplyDeleteGrace, this piece is so striking-the mirror is so evocative here--
ReplyDeleteI love the moon lingering his fingers on the frame, softening the vision........beautifully done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYou know, wrinkles aren't always made from sorrow but also decades of laughter as well :D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Grace. It's hard to determine if the mirror is friend or foe, but it sure is honest.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Grace.
ReplyDeletemirrors are somthing special.
sometimes are our friends and sometimes nope:))
Love it, Grace. Picture was neat too.
ReplyDeleteFor me in the mirrors, girls make up their faces, boys make faces.
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Gosh. I am not so intimate with my mirror--sometimes in my rush for clean mouth and brushed hair, I don't even see my face. Here as the characteristics of face and mirror merge at center and edges with varying light, I think of all the many surfaces that mirror our reflections, including the ivory window opening and masks off at ends of days. Beautiful and piercing.
ReplyDeleteMirrors can be harsh but perhaps the reflection must go deeper into our souls...let the mirror reflect that....fabulous poem Grace!
ReplyDeleteI like the last two verses, Grace. The mirror is the everyday witness to the masking & unmasking of a discontented face. The ever loyal servant who knows how to make & break her master's day. Lovely, Grace! I like your good taste in picking up the right image to go along with your words. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteIt is somtimes love/hate relationship with those mirrors. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteMirrors, yes, are seldom truly revealing. A thoughtful write that evokes an introspective "hard look".
ReplyDeleteMirrors only tell half the story, they rarely reflect the real you, thank goodness for that.
ReplyDeletenice one, Grace!
ReplyDeletehave a lovely week, dear.
♥
A very touching piece.
ReplyDeleteI find it interesting to note how we compare ourselves to other beauties. This gave me food for thought, Grace.
ReplyDelete"once the moon lingers his fingers"--this is such tender personification....absolutely lovely.
ReplyDeleteEnchanting poem....image of mirror working here at different levels...
ReplyDeleteLooking into the mirror can be most revealing as it takes one on the journey of life - what it was what of now and enough to know what is it going to be! Thoughtful write Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Deep.
ReplyDeleteNothing more mysterious than a mirror, except possibly what we see in it. I love the lingers/fingers internal rhyme..
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