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Me and My Mirror

Me and My Mirror 

 Looked in mirror and then found my face 
 In a polite, particular and poignant place 
 Where there were wrinkles and two ears, 
 Eyes with brows and occasional tears. 

 Lips laughed and words they did speak 
 And my wandering eyes soon would seek 
 Things to see as I looked around; 
 Ears never heard eyes make a sound. 

 When mouth was hungry, God had fed; 
 Looked higher to see gray hair on head; 
 One more time in mirror tried to peak 
 To see movement in my each cheek. 

 What if both my eyes, I were to close 
 And had missed seeing any of my nose;  
 When I started to turned around; 
 Lonely face no longer could be found. 

 James Thomas Horn

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Cynthia Jones Date: 4/6/2015 3:09:00 PM James, this is a fantastic write. Well done. :O) Keep up with the great work. Keep on penning. Thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful and creative talents with us. We all truly appreciate it. A 7 from me. *S* Cynthia Login to Reply James Horn Date: 4/6/2015 9:03:00 PM Gads. I wrote this almost two years ago. Glad you still like. How did you come about this poem? Jim

Poet Destroyer A Date: 7/15/2013 7:43:00 PM I'd seen the poem on the soups home page. maybe time difference. :-0 you are speaking of this poem :-) xox...LINDA Login to Reply James Horn Date: 4/6/2015 9:02:00 PM Linda, I am writing so many poems that I am losing track of myself. I receive comments on poems I wrote a year or two ago at times. It is confusing. I just noticed that date of your comment is 07/15/13. Wow. Cynthia Jones just read this poem on 4/6/2015. Jim http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/me_and_my_mirror_479541

Catherine Dewolf Date: 7/14/2013 9:57:00 PM Excellent poem. Isn't the mirror a fool's tool as we age? Login to Reply James Horn Date: 2/2/2015 10:12:00 AM Do you remember Turtle Harmon? He is now on www.story-telling-around-the-world.com As we slip through each year of school, Learn what is like to be a fool with loose tool, Who every time when sides would take, Many hearts he had to break. Until one day he had heard someone say, Never do it my but God's own way. Jim Horn

Poet Destroyer A Date: 7/14/2013 12:28:00 AM Congratulations with your Featured Poem of the week. take care and good night :-) Hugs ~XOX~ LINDA Login to Reply