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Fata Morgana

for all that I am is in this mirror shifty shades and shadows fogs of breath on the glossy surface and my eyes; tired of seeing the traces of me outside the frame. © Gry W Christensen

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James Horn

Date: 8/5/2015 5:39:00 PM

Gry, Sounds like your life is both confining and restricting. You need to break out and write more poems. What does Fata Morgana mean? Is Fata father? Jim Horn

Gry Christensen
Date: 8/26/2015 8:31:00 PM

Thank you, James. I do write , I never stop. :) But life interrupt between the stanzas sometimes........

Robert Lindley

Date: 6/19/2015 9:38:00 AM

A7 AND VERY DEEP LOOK INSIDE MY FRIEND. Sure wish you'd post more poems!!

Gry Christensen
Date: 8/26/2015 8:29:00 PM

Hi again Robert! Thank you so much! I am very grateful for your support and always kind words. I saw you were the poet of the month a while back, if I recall correctly!? I didn't get the chance to congratulate you, but I do it now and it's so very well deserved!! :)

Skat A

Date: 6/1/2015 10:50:00 PM

Gry, that is deep

Gry Christensen
Date: 8/26/2015 8:26:00 PM

Thankyou very much, Skat A . Please, pardon my late response.