Mirror not framed, but edged by daybreak,
reflects a world that only I can know.
Where every line tells a story – mine,
yet also a stranger’s face;
two eyes,
moonlit pools,
care worn cheeks,
a map of moments,
lived and felt.
You’ve felt them too?
Palimpsest lips,
dry; infertile now.
My hair - a crown of silver.
My neck,
though scrawny,
supports the weight of time,
where past and present mix;
and the mirror -
it doesn’t split hairs.
But I see the beauty,
of that long ago girl.
She dances barefoot,
through my dreams.
Do you see her too?
Two eyes,
golden pools,
apple cheeks,
a promise of passion -
a future mission
to live and feel.
You’ve lived them too?
In the mirror I am mosaic;
each glimmer, a lesson learned,
and in the wrinkles,
folded like origami,
waits wisdom to face each dawn.
I smile at the girl who once was,
knowing she is the roots
of what I have become,
and of who I will be.
Looking back at me she accepts
the wisdom of this fully.
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This is a golden piece. You say so many things here in ways that I've never really considered. Your face as a mosaic of lessons learned? A map of moments? Those lines and the whole poem are quintessential poetry, and we're lucky to have you here in Blockchain Poets. Sincerely, thank you for sharing.
Ah thanks, your comment put a big smile on my face
Yes.
I like this imagery a lot. There's a grave mournfulness to it.
Thanks for reading and leaving a nice comment