A Mirrored Picket Fence
Reflection on my
mirror-
Is always glittering!
-So paltry just
minutes ago
But, lives on ....
--if I allow
myself
To swell, hypothetically
My image lets me see 'me'
---and sets 'me' free…!
It doesn't
fight back...
Though a few disheveled strands of silvery hair,
often
stare at me, (almost certainly)
---but the shy reflection flips those outlines
Gifting me what a woman seeks...as real
I fix my gaze-
Breathe-let-go-breathe
Little egret of my
heart finds rest…
Checkpoint:
The mirror fixes the cracks in my face, whispers:
‘‘....breathe colors
into the disappearing beauty
--life ex-ists;
keep it alive!”
Written for : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2014/01/poets-united-mid-week-motif-mirror.html
It is after 2 months that I am logging in to my blog.
Yes, I am alive.
Yes, I went with the full intention of logging in as soon as the process of shifting into our new house was complete. Sadly it took very long....Needless to say, now I am settled but, we still have some internet issues. Hopefully hubby would quick-fix the problem soon.
After a long leave of absence, it felt good writing this...Thanks Susan! :)
Oh . . . a picket fence made of mirrors. The thought of that is so interesting I actually started envisioning how one could go about building such.
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza speaks to me, Panchali. We need to breathe colors & keep life alive! As long as we can...
ReplyDeleteMissed you very much. Hope you will find time for writing. After a long abscence you brought out a beautiful poem. The words My image lets me see 'me'
ReplyDelete---and sets 'me' free…!are superb.....so deep .
Missed you and your beautiful writings Maa'm..Congratulations for your new house :-)
ReplyDeleteNice to see you back on the circle. Looking forward for more....
ReplyDeleteI am happy that the first thing that happened after logging in the morning is.. I READ YOU .It's always a pleasure ......The last lines....breathing .....
ReplyDeletei like how reassuring your mirror is and its bit of wisdom shared there in the end as well...welcome back...and congrats on the new place...
ReplyDeletelovely to read your lines once again Panchali di...ah...keep it alive.. :)
ReplyDeleteHello Dear Panchali!
ReplyDeleteI've missed you and your wonderful poetry.
Now I know that you were very busy.
Greetings from a long cold, snowy Polish.
Lucia
After a long time Panchali.Nice to read you again.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Panchali. I am sorry it took me so long to find this exquisite poem with its little egret. I love that the reflection doesn't fight back, that it settles into answering the unasked question. I am certain joy and breath are better than Botox!
ReplyDeleteDeep in meaning.
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