Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Shattered Mirrors, Shattered Past

i think of you often...
this cheval glass
titled like downcast eyes
retracts memories
of reflective past
    i see you there

this tiny frame
surfeit on pain
can't see me
beyond you

gaunt on love
starved of touch
i reach for you
beyond
the shards
of shattered glass
where you fall
again in death
yet in each piece
i fall with you

a shadow
in your reflection
longing to be seen
without you
as the years
fade by
yet i only see you
in the image
behind shattered glass

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Caren Krutsinger September 10, 2019 at 3:36 AM What a delicate, beautiful tribute to your mother. Wow! Darling! Sandra Adams September 10, 2019 at 5:33 AM Thank you Caren. I shared this one with my cousin this weekend after her first words to me where you look just like your mom :) hugs

Funom Makama September 9, 2019 at 10:04 AM This is lovely. So so beautiful. Sandra Adams September 9, 2019 at 11:41 AM Thank you my friend...i look like my mother, she passed away around the age i am now, and as i age, everyone calls me by her name or confuses our photos...it's hard dealing with a loss when the person is before your eyes daily ...hugs

Jennifer Proxenos September 8, 2019 at 10:01 AM Hi Sandy, I really loved reading this poem - 'yet I only see you in the image behind shattered glass' - a deep write - yes it certainly is difficult to forget someone's death when their image is always there - a sad but awesome write - so well penned. Hugs, Jennifer. Sandra Adams September 8, 2019 at 11:18 AM Thank you Jenny, my mom passed at 55, she always said i looked like my dad's side, maybe when i was young, all i know is now, i look like her...i hear it all the time, from her friends, my friends, family, some from italy actually call me by her name because they say that it's like looking at her... :) hugs

Brenda Chiri September 6, 2019 at 11:59 AM Oh wow what a stunning write Sandy! So stunning!;) Brenda Chiri September 6, 2019 at 5:29 PM Don't you just hate it when you struggle with a poem? I have s cabinet full of half written and I find coming back to it much later (me like months lol) your mind is refresh with a different outlook on it!;) Sandra Adams September 6, 2019 at 5:02 PM Thank you so much Brenda, this one had been trying to be written for several days :) hugs

Caren Krutsinger September 5, 2019 at 10:46 PM Those last three lines are classic and classy! Sandra Adams September 6, 2019 at 5:00 PM Thank you Caren....it's hard to forget someone's death when you see them in your own image daily...

Gershon Wolf September 5, 2019 at 8:01 PM Wow. Scary stuff. You have respelled mirror as horror. ~ Grimacing Gershon Sandra Adams September 5, 2019 at 8:09 PM Thank you Gershon I am my mom’s twin now all i hear is how much I look like her I see her every time I look in the mirror ... hugs

Vijay Pandit September 5, 2019 at 4:27 PM Your imagery is exquisite in every way: i reach for you beyond the shards of shattered glass where you fall again in death yet in each piece i fall with you. Splendidly done, Sandy. Sandra Adams September 5, 2019 at 4:47 PM Thank you my friend...i resemble my mother, even more as i age, she passed at 55, so eventually i won't look like her i suppose :) hugs

Gordon Mcconnell September 5, 2019 at 3:16 PM Such sadness Sandy, but filled with good imagery and insightfulness. very well penned! poetry hugs, Gordon Sandra Adams September 5, 2019 at 4:45 PM Thank you Gordon... this one has deep meaning to me... hugs :)

John Hamilton September 5, 2019 at 2:04 PM Beautiful sadness, ditto to Tom's comment, loss is always loss, always present, we may distract ourselves with day to day concerns, but it all goes back to loss, those not with us to enjoy simple mundane things as they used to, loved this write! Sandra Adams September 5, 2019 at 4:44 PM thank you John...it doesn't help that the older i get the more i look like her, when i share her picture people always think it's me and even her best friend has had to ask a few times. so i guess whenever i look in a mirror, i see her staring back, she is forever 55 (which is why i used that number in my other poem... :) hugs, your kindness always touches me!

Chris Green September 5, 2019 at 12:54 PM Deeply felt my friend. There is a longing in this that is reflected in the loss you have so sorrowfully expressed in this sad and heart touching poem. Simply beautiful Sandra Adams September 5, 2019 at 1:33 PM Thank you my friend this one has been trying to come out for a few days but I would always start it then delete it. :) hugs

Tom Cunningham September 5, 2019 at 12:52 PM A verse from the heart about loss, it never fades away. Tom Sandra Adams September 5, 2019 at 1:32 PM Thanks Tom, so true are your words my friend :) hugs