Ancient MirrorA Poem by David P. EckertA Versenator Challenge #16
Ancient Mirror The ancient mirror, its edges ringed with old wood molding, paint decayed, cracked and peeling, spiraled web hanging from its crumpling edges tells our past, future, present if we let its power draw us in. Gaze deep -- it knows from whence you’ve traveled, your careworn paths overcome with weeds, discarded refuse of days you thought forgot, old friends and lovers you dropped at hours of need or left you cold by barren roadsides, not just the sunlit days of happy careless youth you thought had formed you. It knows the paths ahead, the tripwires in your road, waiting to explode the agonizing beauty of your precious life, how youth will flower, wilt and melt to dust. It knows your destinies, every one and every choice along your way if you only stop to seek the wisdom welled within. You gaze, deep as you dare, only hoping for the slightest sign today’s beauty remains sublime and not caring for the road ahead, not wanting worse the one behind. You live full of this day’s light and give this mirror slight which could tell you more, much more, a spider’s web of sticky choices that you pass in favor of today’s favorite flavor seeking splendor in the killing night. David P. Eckert © 2008 David P. EckertReviews
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15 Reviews Added on February 9, 2008 Last Updated on February 21, 2008 AuthorDavid P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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