Love My Reflection

I often catch a glimpse of my colours and curves in that mirror hung at the back of the room
I’m graceful and charming and I see that I’m attractive and people like me
They don’t know or don’t care that there’s more to me than my pretty veneer 
As they briefly pause, give me a quick look and walk on by 
Never taking the time to scratch the surface and get to know the real me.

Only my creator understands the depths and layers of me
Often gazing with intensity into my eyes as if looking for answers or maybe even questions
Half talking to me, half to herself, she holds her empty canvases
And decides the world doesn’t need more pretty pictures to feed the many blasé eyes
Art used to be fodder for souls to interact and come alive
People have turned deaf to the symbols and don’t pause for that inner dialogue anymore

I get the distinct impression that I’m passé and need to make room for a new style
I’m told I’m just an illusion and distraction
The world doesn’t need more pretty pictures to feed the many blasé eyes 
Those blank canvases will somehow to destined to send less subtle messages
And remind people that they are all on a spiritual journey
Here on earth to learn about living with each other
Searching within for answers and needing to be kind

Whatever, I hope they never do away with that mirror hung at the back of the room



Featured on July 22, 2018

Posted on August 19, 2017, WRITTEN SPECIFICALLY FOR... BUT FAILED TO SUBMIT due to technical error... for contest PERSONIFICATION OF A PLANT

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/11/2018 6:28:00 PM

oh my, I was thinking this was about yourself and then I got to the bottom and saw it was personification of a plant!! It's VERY good writing, LIne. I still thinki it's about YOU though!! I used to be this "plant" until about five years ago when the jowels started to sag!! And mouth wrinkles. UGGGG how I hate them. anyway, just loved this and the tidy way you ended it.

Line Gauthier
Date: 4/11/2018 8:55:00 PM

LOL - It's a good thing that poets don't need to have to maintain the physique of a model !! Line xx