A Bad Day for Smoke and Mirrors
I.
When Plato said,
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder …
he forgot about mirrors.
II.
And who said
Only good comes from self-revelation.
My frame is tipsy with gravity
and in need of scaffolding,
my knees crack when I stand,
a noise to wake the dead,
my eyelids
droop as if I’m half asleep,
my nose drips
though I’ve not caught a cold,
me, plucker
of grey hairs from my chin,
my eyes are failing, but my
hearing is good. I hear them say,
“Look at that poor old dear,
give up your seat for her, son.”
but it’s good, it seems, self-revelation,
knowing that I’m relevant, passionate,
and only confusing to some.
Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 19: those tiring things and PA’s “Future“.
11 responses to “Day 19: NaPoWriMo 2021”
Yain’t confusin me, Misk; but your poetry’s blowing my mind. Thanks.
PS: All my chin hairs are grey now but my hearing only fails when I choose not to listen.
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LOL! Same as my Peder.
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I like this and can relate. Thank goodness for those last lines!
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The last lines are a total fib. I’m just talking myself out of a miserable mood. 😂
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Well, you made me feel better. 😂
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🤣
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wonderful imagery! My knees crack too… I inherited it from my Mum. I used to be able to tell if it was Mum coming up the stairs by the sound of her knees. 🙂 Luckily neither of us ever aspired to careers which involved sneaking.
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😂 as long as my noisy pins continue to haul me around, I’ll not complain … too much.
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If you’re not in pain, that’s a good thing.
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What’s the deal with the tissues? My sister and I have the same problem.
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I don’t know but it is darned annoying!
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