Notes About The Poem


Inspired by the reflections seen in the water droplets.

Faceless Reflection

Faceless reflection once fair as a flower 
is all the eye can see
now ghostly hollow
we choked then swallowed 
the darkness we can be 

Daunted we are driven still
to find a defining face
forming familiarity’s found 
to follow humanity’s trace

Through glassy eyes of tears like rain
our character lines have faded
Let our colors emerge
from our darkest hour 
Let us not stay shaded!


Jeannie Cronin
August 31, 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Marc Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 11:09 AM
Beautiful wisdom ~ I especially loved the ending. When our character lines fade, colours emerge and from our darkest hour we can step out of the shade :)
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December 2, 2021 at 4:11 PM
Thank you, I hadn’t realized the image didn’t load, probably makes more sense now. Thanks for the comment.
Turner Avatar
September 1, 2020 at 6:25 PM
"This too shall pass," As long as this old world keeps spinning at some point the darkness will always be chased away by the light. Wonderful to see you writing again Jeannie.
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September 2, 2020 at 8:53 AM
It’s hard to find inspiration amongst ashes. It’s 100 degrees, the air is thick with soot and the sky is as orange as Trumps face. Now is the time, before we suffocate, for that magnificent spirited phoenix to rise, unless of course it too has been caged like a child at the border between realities. Good to hear from you Daniel. Like the picture? I didn’t see the reflections at first but once I did, I was inspired.
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September 1, 2020 at 2:23 AM
- "Let our colors emerge from our darkest hour "... this line sums up your poem - An excellent poem, Jeannie :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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September 2, 2020 at 8:01 AM
Thank you. I was inspired by the picture. We sometimes see reflections of ourselves in unexpected ways. Like it or not, we’re all in the picture.
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