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Friday, April 25, 2008

Reflecting

Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 23 Prompt:

Well, today's prompt is sympathetic of the fact that time continues its march
and that things continue to change and stay the same all at once. Today's prompt
is to write about getting older.


a woman
in my mirror
with lines
upon her face
someone has been
sketching while
she sleeps
each day’s page
turns and
is tossed aside
like a leaf
in the wind
and as I
stare at her
she smiles
back at me
I think she
knows a secret
she explains to me
a river doesn’t
travel its bed
lamenting that
each inch
brings it closer
to the mouth
of the ocean
it flows moment
by moment
what it was
meant to do
this is the secret
the woman
in the mirror
whispers to me
each morning
and for today
I choose to listen

TLS, April 2008

1 comment:

Childlife said...

A lovely, clever poem, TaunaLen. It's so difficult to take time out to listen. What a beautiful reminder to do just that.

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