Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Free Association

 

now you see her / now you don't

a reflection / where she is not

yet she must be there

for the reflection exists.

a carefree stroll through youth

cornerstone of who she was

cherished child / right there

in the mirror / touch her happy face.

it's time to force a look inward

behind the mirror / what is locked inside

what she's been claiming to be

her heart / essence / deeds. 

if you can wipe her away

take away her power 

with one quick 

swipe of the mirror 

how much of a person 

was ever there?


[ she was there / oh she was there ]








11 comments:

  1. Never trust a mirror, I say. The paranormal wisdom is that they're a portal for spirits, and we all know how tricky and untrustworthy THEY are. Trust the inner eye, it's always more accurate!

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  2. She was there and she still is. You have a radiance, a happiness, about you, Helen - being a cherished child puts that sort of platform under one's feet. I love this poem.

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  3. Dearest Helen,
    Oh, you still ARE there, the cherished child and the grown woman!
    Hugs,
    Mariette

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  4. "it's time to force a look inward/behind the mirror" -- it's always that time, because the mirror conceals as much as it reveals. I love the ending, how you give us the best reason of all why "she must be there." Such a wonderful read, Helen, I loved it!

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  5. I hope she finds her true reflection and claims it as her own - Jae

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  6. I think the post is a beautiful continuation of the previous one!
    Very beautiful poem, in general it is necessary to look at the past so that we can continue in the future!
    Have a beautiful day Helen!

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  7. Every mirror can be deceiving and you lovely poem paints a picture of hope and regret !

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  8. Love your reading of the poem. Mirrors seem to shift into the negative we see in ourselves, yet there are those bright reflections of our beauty. Love this poem!

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  9. Mirrors are not to be trusted. Beautiful poem, Helen!

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I appreciate each of you and the comments you leave ~~ thanks so much.