Over and over,
dry skin flakes off my shoulders,
crumbs of a younger me,
revealing new layers that nobody
has seen.
I watch the girl in the mirror watch
back. We do not know each
other and, I think, we never will.
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through the darkness there is light
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…and then you turn around but mirror’s girl still watching you without moving. Damn horror films 😀
hahaha…damn horror movies! I am with you on that one!
You’re back ! I’ve missed your poems !!
🙂 aww thank you! I am back!
Hey-hey ~ the wanderer returns! Welcome back ~ missed you 🙂
🙂 thanks Polly. Definitely missed being here!
I am SO happy to see a post from you, Maggie. Short, sweet, and well written as always.
Thank you so much 🙂 that means so much to me! I am SO happy to be here right now ❤
I am a stranger in my mirror also. Aloha
Aloha!!
i miss your posts maggie. glad to have read this.
I don’t look in my mirror, then I’m still the person I feel.
Nick
I was going to say something nice but that horror film comment is getting to me! Lol
May you enjoy peace in your new you!
Nice work. Also, congratulations on the Requiem publication.
I love the moment you have remembered…captured. I can relate with your words. Have a beautiful day.
this is beautiful 🙂
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Sucinctly put. The message screams at me. Sometimes more is less.
All I can ever say is that you have a remarkable gift at writing. I feel connected to your poem.
Sometimes less is more and sometimes less is just enough. Perfectly stated!
Magnificent poem and talent you possess.
🙂
Here’s something for you to read today. http://charliezero1.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/ss-thieves-spell-lie-with-a-capital-l/
Love this one!
you can see her because shes the past but she cant see you because youre in the future.. thats why you never met..
i used to think that i wont like growing old.. but then i realized that growing is wonderful and if getting old is a condition of it, well then im all out with loosing the ‘bragging rights of youth’
interesting poem
i don’t like mirrors. barely look at them, surly not to see myself. They are good for watching others. to see myself all i have to do is close my eyes and stare into the darkness.
I love that!! 🙂
You knew each other…now you have a new friend.
be good to yourself
David
Lovely, Maggie.
I always enjoy your poems.
*Enjoy reading and lovely as always.
the mask that we wear so often that sometimes we forget our true selves, leaving two mirror images with eyes that relate two different stories
Amazing poem!
I like our stuff. Reading work like yours makes me a better poet. Not because I might steal your poetry, but only that I may learn from your style, which is very good. Thanks also for commenting on my work. It means a lot coming from you.
Stranger in a Stranger Land. I think I better not look at all today!
Short sweet and powerful, very nice. Love this. I shall be back to devour more of your work.
Pearl
“I watch the girl in the mirror watch
back. We do not know each
other and, I think, we never will.”
Very thought provoking lines!
The girl in the mirror can be your best friend with a little bit of effort and honesty. And yes, courage! Sometimes we are too scared of ourselves . 🙂
Wow. Raw, honest, and powerful. Nicely done. xoxo
Very effective and feeling.
That’s an interesting one. I like the image of ‘dry flakes’.
hey it was good to hear from you! hope you are doing well. if you didn’t catch my July posts about the tri nity rhat God gave me while I was in the hospital with that blood clot in my lung please do and telll me what you think. is it clearly written? is it a good explanation? please ket me know.
my thanks for your time.
Cindy
Thanks so much for visiting and following my blog 🙂 You are a talented poet. Keep it up!
I myself am on the journey of knowing. And I must say, appreciate yourself, you write beautifully and you reach people wonderfully. You’re not alone in not knowing, look at all the likes and comments here. Keep up the wonderful poetry!
Also thanks for stopping by at my blog!
Beautiful poem.
The fat girl in my mirror swallowed whole the skinner girl, years ago….
very nice post by the way….
this is so great 🙂 spoke to me.