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A concise poem.

Updated on October 31, 2010

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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      compellingcarl 6 years ago from small town upstate New York

      Thank you both for your kind remarks!

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      littlesecret13 6 years ago from inside your mind

      i like it!

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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.)