Ben Gieske


A Crack In The Mirror


Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Where are you hiding me?
That face is not the one I recall.
It’s not the me I seem to be.

Forget that school reunion picture.
I’m not the fella standing there.
Who could all those others be?
Where is Joe and Fred, with their hair?

Could that be Bill and Paul?
So many I never saw.
Could it be we were classmates once?
I feel like such a dunce.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Why can’t you hide the years?
A crack now in your face appears.
My memory is cracking too I fear.

June 15,2006

Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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  • Rookie Christine Kerr (7/27/2009 6:31:00 PM)

    Love the new idea of Mirror, Mirror on the wall. Your last day of public school gives you your first taste of life little changes. Well Done (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bob Gibson (7/22/2009 10:00:00 PM)

    The crack on the left side, shows the days of your youth
    the right side, well lets face it, its telling you the truth!
    great poem Ben i enjoyed it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 641 Points Saadat Tahir (5/29/2009 2:23:00 PM)

    hi ben...one way ticket man....one shot..then to rot (poe stuff? ?)
    well a well lived life of principle is its own redemption...great lines
    sets u thinking and musing

    its atenner
    cheers (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ashraful Musaddeq (10/23/2008 1:01:00 PM)

    Lucid and touchy poem.
    Last four lines are more beautiful.
    A nice job is done, bravo.
    10 is added with pleasure. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Con Nie (2/27/2008 2:49:00 AM)

    Good poem about aging. On a lighter note I have my favorite middle age joke I heard once that said, 'You know you are in middle age when you don't mind it when the bathroom mirror fogs up.' Anyway, as the cliche goes you are as young as you feel. Anyway, your poem got me to thinking about these things. A ten for you. Sincerely, Connie Webb (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ivor Hogg (2/14/2008 2:55:00 PM)

    Mirrors do lie Ben When I shaveeach morning I see my father looking back at me (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Robert Howard (1/31/2008 8:43:00 AM)

    Love it - especially the final stanza. You got good mileage out out of the 'crack' metaphor. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Marc Mannheimer (12/15/2007 1:46:00 PM)

    Great. A light touch is great with that which pains. My friend from high school told me after the first time I ached for a woman in years, 'Hope you enjoy it! ' And you know, because this woman was and still is a good friend (I asked her out on Thanksgiving and she said no) , the pain is like nectar - love. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tom J. Mariani (12/15/2007 10:02:00 AM)

    Yes. After 55 you start getting discounts offered where you eat to lure you out of your house. While you're enjoying your early-bird meal, someone is in your house replacing all the mirrors. I was excited getting ready for my 40th reunion, except some old guy kept stnading in front of me in my 'relaced' bathroom mirror. I was remembering the teenager who used to park his motorcycle a close as he could to the front door of the Friday night dances for all to see; not the guy who now needs to use a blue placard hanging from his rear view mirror to park close.
    Tom (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jemarie Ragudo (12/15/2007 5:54:00 AM)

    A mirror is a friend who tells the truth and doesn't mind taking the blame for the ravages done by gravity. I love the humor. And the style. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (9/8/2007 7:03:00 PM)

    This one reminds me of my dear old mum (aged in her late 80s) looking in the mirror and saying 'How hideous I look now! And yet I feel just the same inside.' Love the light touch you have used for this piece. Makes it all the more poignant (and recognizable) somehow. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jim Valero (8/1/2007 10:40:00 AM)

    Though this poem expresses concern over aging, I find the tone light, humorous, ironic and, though he 'fears' his memory is 'cracking too, ' there seems to be acceptance of change. Good write! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Elysabeth Faslund (7/7/2007 3:34:00 PM)

    Memories don't actually crack like a mirror. But with a stout hammer, that mirror, so despised, can bite the silvered dust. Solution? Memorize the mirror, then let the memory crack. Good, good write. Time will shatter that mirror, if you let it.xxElysabeth (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 408 Points Dorothy- A. Holmes (6/21/2007 11:25:00 AM)

    Hello again!

    When my brother picked me up from the airport he said he saw our mother's face and knew it was me...What a compliment! She truly was beautiful! Your poem gets a 10 from me.

    Dorothy (Report) Reply

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