Mirrors and Me

Neither calendar or clock

Was made with mercy

Brutal beats of pendulums

Green promise to the faded leaf.

The mirrored image is not who I remember

All I have preserved are feelings

And perhaps they are but reminders

Made indelible by their beauty.

 

People lost in the quicksand of my mind

Remain young and vibrant still

Visiting them in thought I am restored

And laughter comes with boisterous ease.

But my world has mirrors and reflections

And I am bound to the chains of seasons

Once we frolicked on mounds of leaves

And soon I will rest beneath them.

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

The mirrored image is not who I remember...

A simple truth that has so many echoes. As time goes by, the mirror reflects so much more than a face - each line, every gray hair tells a deeper story, and we find ourselves reading them over and over... Your last two lines hit it home; past and future held in those leaves.

I enjoyed this piece very much.

[DrD]

Thank you, Rita. I appreciate your comments and your visit. You're always welcome here.

[Will]

It's a frightening prospect; looking into the mirror and barely recognizing whomever is staring back. This reads, at least to me, with an aura of longing for days past and the people of those days. This is a very readable piece, and it flows wonderfully. Those last 2 lines were extremely impactful, and I felt them within myself. Well done.

[DrD]

Thank you for your kind words and for your visit.

[TL Boehm]

Green promise to the faded leaf.
The mirrored image is not who I remember

This poem went to my core. I looked in the mirror the other day - a sideways look and was apalled at the thing I saw. Two chins, gray hair - saggy face....sigh.

[DrD]

While I doubt all that very much, thank you for Reading.

[David Scott]

A melancholy of sorts...
I understand you meaning here. It seem I have read this poem before... odd I do not see a review.
This thought brings to mind the many "mirrors" in life we use to evaluate ourselves. I wonder if we would be better off without them. Living a life less focused on how we are perceived even by our own minds and more about the experience of the day or the moment intent on making it special for those we love...

I will have to think more about "mirrors" David.
One thing I choose to believe is you will not be beneath the leaves for long... We have an eternal reflection to live out and there is no reflection beneath the leaves.
I can see your laughter and boisterous relaxation in my mind...

[DrD]

NO DAVID, THIS IS SOMETHING I JOTTED ONLY THIS MORNING. I'M GLAD YOU CONNECTED WITH IT. AND I AGREE AND FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT DEATH IS NOT FINAL. OF COURSE, IF I RETURN AS A WOMAN, I PROMISE TO BE A LESBIAN.

[David Scott]

Ha! Love it!!!
I'm sure it is only a "reflection" of another thought then... how appropriate. :)
I have about three poets here I need to visit and buy their books. Your one of them. I use my wife's pay pal and I am never on the computer at home... Soon I hope!

[Sheila Kline]

How we enjoy the thoughts and images of yesterday! I too find that thinking back to former days and ways is often a needed lift for my spirit! Thank goodness for those mirrors and reflections where even I may be bound by chains to such fond memories. They are ones to never be forgotten so we don't want to be released from them! They are perhaps bittersweet, but welcomed!! It's a nice concept to be "ever young" in the mind!!
Another nice write my friend!!

[DrD]

THANK YOU, SHEILA. I APPRECIATE YOU ALWAYS.