A concise poem.

The Looking Glass


Looking on the opaque flat,

I see a reflection in the flesh.

Yet the subtle complexion and inquisition,

Begins to slip away.

As my grip gives,

I watch it tumble and fall.

I search through the tangle,

But the shattered shards seem foreign.

What remains, splinters of the past.

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suziecat7 6 years ago from Asheville, NC

Very thoughtful poem. I have to read it again - it says so much in an economy of words. Look forward to reading more. (You're photos are wonderful too.)


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littlesecret13 6 years ago from inside your mind

i like it!


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compellingcarl 6 years ago from small town upstate New York Author

Thank you both for your kind remarks!

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