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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

absencehow i feelmirrorfree verse

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James Horn

August 5, 2015 at 5:39 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

August 26, 2015 at 8:31 PM

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

Robert Lindley

June 19, 2015 at 9:38 AM

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

Gry Christensen

August 26, 2015 at 8:29 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!! :)