The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
splinter, steaming, shadows, old, mirror, rose, honey, crow, edge, gaze, stone, ghosts
Reflections.
How do I confront aging? With a wonder and a terror.
-- Keanu Reeves
I don’t like mirrors.
They should be splintered, damned.
At best, left to the bathroom’s steaming effects.
Each day I see the world but not as it sees me
Rose tinted glasses, milk and honey.
I gaze at young girls and enjoy their beauty
They see me and think he’s a nice old guy.
At my age I am on the edge of joining
The ghosts who inhabit the shadows.
Crows will sit mournfully on my headstone.
And so back to mirrors, inforced reflection,
This guy in front to me, who is he?
Where has he been, and whence going?
The evidence is before me.
I don’t like mirrors.
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Neither do I, and I never have.
ReplyDeleteA minor quibble. In the third line, should let be left?
Yes, thank you.
ReplyDeleteMirrors can be quite harmful.
ReplyDeleteI like mirrors, I'll tell you about it -
ReplyDeleteYou gaze at young girls and enjoy their beauty,
They see you and think - he carries stories, wisdom,
A lifetime etched in his eyes, a kindness in his smile.
Perhaps they wonder, what have you seen?
What lessons could you share?
Not merely a nice old guy, but a quiet keeper
Of truths only years can reveal.
I like mirrors, I'll tell you more about it -
I see a fire in your eyes, untamed, enduring,
And it makes my heart beat faster, as if youth
Still flickers within your soul, reaching out to mine.