"Twas A Mirror..."

Remember what it’s like to be walking along or just doing something or just sitting and looking off into nothing special …and you just - see - and for the first time know your dreams just became real…

 

“Twas A Mirror…”

 

Twas a mirror -

that caught my pause

...and then you moved.

 

You're thought-full

and yet see at a glance

but you smile from the inside

...it's in your eyes.

 

Do you walk the harbor ways -

looking to the ocean's horizon?

Pausing to see the world flowing by?

Do you dream - of beyond there

or perhaps find each sunrise is enough

til its set arrives 

and restarts breathing til the morrow?

 

Do you hum the joy of being

as the world visits

and the hours continue to fly?

 

I wonder of your thoughts

as the eve wanders your mind

and the night's breath lingers 

cross your cheeks.

 

Yes, was a mirror

paused me...

then you moved.

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Andrea Mouser]

i really enjoyed this poem. keep up the good work

[jane kelley]

absolutely beautiful.. really enjoyed reading this one

[Chris]

I hope you come by again to pause with me.

[jane kelley]

I will be back to read more of your poetry...I love what I've read so far

[Jacqueline Murray]

This is a beautiful piece. I enjoyed it throughout, but it was when I read the last stanza that I fell in love with the poem. That stanza was somewhat unexpected for me, and when I read it I froze in stunned admiration.

[Chris]

I'm glad you understood...

[NANCY MCCORMACK]

Very captivating, of the heart.
I was not looking for it and found it.

[Chris]

The words DO find the person when least sought sometimes... nan

[NANCY MCCORMACK]

Yes, I was not looking for him and we found each other and he absolutely still boggles my mind when I see him every single day

[AprilRN1210]

Beautiful use of language, such depth here without dragging the soul down it remains light, breezy. Reminds me when my mind drifts off for seconds inside to that special place that holds whimsical sunshine that warms the contented soul. In that fleeting moment, peaceful serenity captivates and embraces. "I wonder of your thoughts as the eve wanders your mind and the night's breath lingers cross your cheeks."-I love this.... Then as quickly as it takes you, it is gone.. Very beautiful indeed..

[Chris]

I'm glad you paused... you are ever welcome.

[AprilRN1210]

I am glad as well.. I look forward to reading more!

[redflutterby]

Like a mirror your words call me to stop and reflect on the lines written. Personal reflection is a valuable tool to achieve balance and change in ones life. Without it we lose sight of our dreams and humanity. This is a fabulous poem...with lovely flow and form. ;-)

[Sheila Kline]

I discern that it was a mirror that reflected me so resolutely that I believed it was me until truth nudged it to move and I saw not myself, but another - so alike, yet so different. When one has the ability to look into the soul of another it is difficult at times to differentiate where one begins and the other stops. I question of myself if this is a good thing or would I lose my identity in the process. A mirror may indeed be deceptive as we may see what we want rather than what is..........
Interesting thoughts to ponder!

[Chris]

You walked the path of my thoughts...

[lost girl]

I do often wonder...when we look in the mirror...do we indeed see the same thing?

[Chris]

sometimes that will depend on whom the mirror is - now wouldn't it?

[emmajoy]

' Do you dream - of beyond there.. .. '

Sometimes we see what or who we want, other times we merely catch a shadow in a glance. Not truly sure which mirror you're glancing into here.. but that means i can come back and read your words again .. maybe again. There's always a chance that in the return i'll discover that truth is what it is, a recognition of what we truly want. Perhaps?

[Bowers]

I love it! so romantic! :) great write!
"Yes, was a mirror
paused me...
then you moved."
- wow..... I can even express how much these lines moved me..
seriously good!

[Chris]

sometimes the soul mirrors everything we are... through another's eyes.

[Bowers]

so true, and you've voiced this incredibly throughout your write!