MIRROR

 

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