The Mirror Poem by Elliott Rosenberg
The Mirror
The Mirror
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I smiled in the mirror this morning,
She gestured back with grace,
Aged with freckled chrome,
She is my confidant and friend.
She speaks of mothers adages,
Silver haired and plumed,
Carded of fine porcelain forged of brittle bone.
As any old crone wrinkled well,
Dowered with provincial adverbs,
She sheds light of ages past,
Notorious of disbelief.
This morning is different,
For the musk of morning dew,
Speaks plenitude in this confessional,
Free of reigns and solitude.
A beautiful Expression. Embracing who you are is an indication of strength.
I too feel and see the 'imagery' you have depicted to well in this poem. Very nice. Isn't it amazing how silence can speak volumes. 'The Mirror' is often a reflection. A reflection seen from someone else we deeply feel within ourselves. To notice 'immediately'. Without a word needing to be spoken or heard. We 'see' to believe and accept.
great imagery in this well written poem really speaks to the reader or is that a reflection. Great read Good write Thanks BB
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 2:36:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The rich world of the mirrored image very well felt and portrayed. Impeccably written!