MIRRORA Poem by Bill Grimes Jr.
I wash my face in nostalgia
Take my place in line
With a diametric few
Stars in the heavens
Some in narcissistic minds
Falling rapidly
This day our Lord has prepared
Accustomed rhetoric
Programmed behavior
Acceptance
Patience
Winding road to resolution
Ways of providence
Never crystal clear
Endearing
Enduring
Wayward thoughts
Never meant to comprehend
Second chance at reason
Comes with a lofty price
No longer seeking answers
Simple peace shall do
For some
I am a mirror
Reflections of reality
Unfolding pages
Plastic minds
Hearts of fragile glass
My whiteness
Grows ever beige
Chameleon hues at times
Art
Must be defended
Savored
Dissected carefully
Word by soulful word
Framed by measured care
A poets bleeding prose
Eyes closed
Open mind
Gemstone lines magnified
You can’t stop the flow
Merely absorb it
Seeds of life
Suppressed
Endings are beginnings
My belly full
Still I hunger
Seeking deepest truth
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009
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Added on March 2, 2009 AuthorBill Grimes Jr.Madison, ALAboutMe Child of God at age 53 My heart belongs to my children The essence of my smile My reason to be My soul belongs to Jesus Christ I am because of Him Im a doting Dad Published wordsmith Music.. more..Writing
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