A Slow Disappearance
We all shuffle along
to the weight of delusions.
There are days when
I feel young. Beautiful.
Until I look in the mirror.
Beautiful view, you say,
watching snow flurries spin
across the sea, swallowed
into cold cusps of waves.
I can’t compete with nature.
I remember my first kiss;
I closed my eyes tight
and puckered up like
a bugle’s mouth.
Not everything you see
on TV should be repeated.
dVerse does Pentimento
I think that sometimes we should just let go of mirrors and enjoy…
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This is so profoundly observant. The kiss line made me laugh in memory.
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I have to admit that line produced a bawdy snort.
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I’m glad you enjoyed reading it. It was a fun prompt.
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Your last line is perfect. Sums up the whole poem. Nice work!
Dwight
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Oh….I am chuckling out loud! Puckering up like a bugle! 🙂 I am suddenly reminded of my first kiss, 8th grade, in our house’s den (hoping my parents wouldn’t walk by in the hall because we were not allowed to close the door!), and Cory Owen leaned in, holding my hand, and we smooshed lips together, hard pressing, and then broke away and both turned bright red. 🙂 Oh my…thanks for the memory that has me smiling now 🙂
And oh yes….you and I are still beautiful my dear. Age simply changes the way beauty is seen….and it becomes more of seeing a soft smile, warm eyes, hands that still hold…:)
Loving this post.
It’s lovely to have you back from your adventures. 😀
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