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The Face of my Mirror

Updated on February 25, 2012
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The Face of my Mirror

By Tony DeLorger © 2011


Outside the rain gently saturates earth,

crystalline droplets gathering on cupped leaves,

creating rivulets, cascading to ground,

vibrant green grasses absorbing.


Birds echo song in the distance,

heralding another winter’s day,

a broody morning, cloud covered,

damp and chilled.


Inside fires imbue the walls,

while dancing flames snuff out the cold.

Warm and cosy I sit at my station,

my mind awash with thoughts.


Words flow on pristine pages,

their form like shadows of ballerinas,

their movement exuberant and frenzied,

expression from ebb to crescendo.


I ponder the marvel of creativity,

embellished across the pages,

earnest and precise in meaning,

reaching out for understanding.


Outside, surrounded by the veil of winter’s intent,

enacts the natural world, the flow of life,

and inside I portend to mirror it with grace,

to uncover mystery and vision truth.


Inside I sit at my station,

and explore my mind,

releasing my soul to the conscious truth,

my expression the face of my mirror.


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      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      You are kind QudsiaP1

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      QudsiaP1 6 years ago

      Love love love it.

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      Tony DeLorger 6 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Glad you appreciated it fennelseed. Thanks for reading

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      Annie Fenn 6 years ago from Australia

      I love the way you have painted in words the winters day to lead us into your poem and though it is cold outside you bath the moments in warmth with "dancing flames" as you ponder "the flow of life". Beautiful words with the finale an amazing descripton of yourself as a writer "my expression the face of my mirror"

      Very warm and very visual, a lovely poem.