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Placid Pool

Peering into the placid pool of water at the creeks edge She retreated in shock at the old wrinkled white-headed lady Her mother's ghost must have appeared instead of her own reflection Fear and disbelief engulfed her warm spirit of youthfulness As she hopped, slightly bent back up the trail to her ancient dwelling How can this be, life's plays tricks, in realization the mirror speaks

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 10/17/2021 9:13:00 PM
Congratulations on your win in William's contest, Sara. Yes, nowadays, my mother is staring back at me out of a too big a mirror in the bathroom. If only I had her indomnable character as well as her grey hair I would cope better with this inevitable aging ... Regards, Suzette x
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Suzette Richards
Date: 10/18/2021 6:37:00 AM
Thanks for these encouraging thoughts, Sara :))
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Sara Kendrick
Date: 10/18/2021 4:51:00 AM
Suzette, Thanks for dropping by. Well, God gave you the personality that was right for you. I am sure at times your mom struggled with the aging process. Some days I am fine and some days I feel that I have aged another ten years over night. I try to remember that God had great respect for gray hair because it says so in His word. "A gray head is a sign of a righteous life" found in Proverbs. Sara
Date: 10/14/2021 1:53:00 AM
Sara, a beautiful deepness reverberates, as well as, a pleasant rise of its meaning. Exceptionally done my friend, Aloha!
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Sara Kendrick
Date: 10/14/2021 4:38:00 AM
William, Your comment is appreciated. I am glad you liked it. Sara
Date: 10/13/2021 11:47:00 PM
A great depiction of inner emotions. Congratulations!
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Sara Kendrick
Date: 10/14/2021 6:11:00 AM
Alex, Thanks for dropping by with congrats. Sara
Date: 6/17/2014 3:20:00 PM
this is REALLY good. One of the better examples of sijo I am seeing, dear.
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Date: 6/16/2014 11:48:00 PM
this is very deep Sara... Linda
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Date: 6/16/2014 9:01:00 PM
Dear Sara: Someone said that dreams that come to us are like messages from home. Leon
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Date: 6/16/2014 4:38:00 PM
Dear Sara, I had a dream much like this recently. We don't realize we are aging until we see our mother's or, in my case, grandmother's image staring back at us. This is very poignant and well written. I'm not sure where the "cookie-cutter" concept originated, but I have always enjoyed the words you've left on my poems. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 6/16/2014 7:40:00 AM
Well Done! I look identical to my mother and my daughter to I, the beat goes on. I loved your poem, what a great reflection :)
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