A simple but powerful piece. When somebody at the bottom still has light inside of them and can use it to tranform themselves for the better it is amazing. An unrecognized miracle that happens everyday and that we never see for the smog. Well done and bravo:)
It is so refreshing to read a story of positive change... and from someone who looks for the light. Because by looking for it, of course, we become the light, and help others see all that much more clearly. Lovely, lovely.
a mirror's reflection is dependent on the ambient light...and anyway...all reflections are subjective...except the one inside that few so rarely see...not entirely...my list of superlatives are limited...it is a privilege to read your poetics...
it's not what we see in the mirror but what we perceive in our reflection...
so many subtle changes go unnoticed because they happen imperceptibly and what we see is tinged by our self-doubt and fear...
Others often see what we refuse to...
very true sentiments...
thank you
haha... lying mirrors. what an idea. my mirror lies too.
being new to this whole poetry thing, i am not much for reviewing.
can only quote favorite lines. and tell how it makes me feel.
this one giving goose bumps.
These briefer, more concise and potent poems go much further, all the way to core. It's remarkable, as good as any I have believed was good because it was in a book.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..