Introspection at Dawn

The woman I find in the mirror at dawn . . .

 

 

 

At dawn I search

for the pretty woman

once reflected brightly

in my mirror

and find only a tired blond,

not the me I remember

 

Vainly hoping

that yesterday's travels led me

home by way of Shangri-la

I stare at myself and see

another day’s wrinkles

staring back at me

 

And Bette Davis eyes

underscored by worry

and insomnia

peering from the mirror

with an odd mixture

of innocence and savvy

 

Sighing, I apply

layers of Cover Girl

without success

to puckered lips and sagging chin,

flaws not easily camouflaged

except by smiles and laughter

 

So I write poems

conceived deep in my heart

capturing those moments

that make me smile inside,

and frequently I write

just for the laughter

Author's Note

Graphic credit: Google Images

This picture is not me, though the poem certainly is.

Reviews

[wordman]

looking for that moment in time,yesterday has come and gone but you wouldn't have changed it
for any thing all those memories.but you know nothing ever leaves it always comes back around

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thanks for your thoughtful review, Ron. It means a lot to me.