Roy Pett Poet Free verse

Reflections of Me

An image portrayed by my mirror,

not projecting the correct colour,
 
negatives disregarding this persons
 
experience, reflecting
 
inevitable cold reality of 
 
demise,
 
no more pastels or amber reds,
 
just blurred silver grey, 
 
past events reflected in wrinkles,
 
baggage of life under sad eyes,
 
desensitised lips that once gave pleasure,
 
WHO is this person looking back at me.

08/01/1956.

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Anne-Lise Andresen January 9, 2017 at 2:54 AM - A good question in the final line .... a great poem Roy - // Sun :) Roy Pett January 9, 2017 at 5:24 AM Thank you very much for your support and reading, it was how I felt when writing this.

Daniel Turner January 8, 2017 at 4:30 PM excellent poem, Roy! I often ask the same question. Roy Pett January 9, 2017 at 2:00 AM Thank you very much Daniel for reading and your support.