Mirror ImageA Poem by PeteMaturity is when all of your mirrors turn into windows. - Thoreaunarrow ridges and wide gaps missing pieces chips, fragments, relics, crannies and crevices fully aware of what heaven might be and hell is sharp shards others edgy and dull i look at myself in a broken mirror only now the reflection is truer than true i try to level the playing field in a stained, beltless bathrobe together with one new slipper and one old shoe leaning in closer for a hint, a whisper, any hidden clue i worry that i'll never get it back together, no matter what i do near certain that i'm all out of soulful superglue maybe i could fashion some using sunday morning's dew not instead of but in lieu while i'm kneeling in purgatory's pew or at the coffee shop drive-thru using some unsweetened, stirred brew i could hire a lawyer and sue someone but the question is, "who" tomorrow doesn't forget what yesterday knew i wonder how things went so askew altering my view time turning the screw adding black to my blue as haunting ghosts from the past sarcastically peek over my shoulder, cursedly mouthing, "hey you, boo" © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 19, 2024 Last Updated on February 20, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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