Constance La France Poet Verse

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The Broken Mirror

In my dream-
     there is a broken mirror
        it is so gorgeous and wood-framed
          but is shattered.
     It stands in an ancient room and is beyond repair.
The mirror a reminder
     of beauty
       that is fading, or perhaps a death.
Oh, it could be grief, decay and withering away.
I have plenty of that within my soul,
    or it could be accepting aging      
represented by that ancient room,
      as nothing is forever in this life.
Oh, I am afraid of this dream as it is full of unknown,
           let me fly back now to my cozy bed
a girl sleeping . . . 

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December 1, 2016

Poetry/Verse/The Broken Mirror
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Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2016 at 4:00 PM Another beauty here. You got two for two. Wow!!

Gary Smith December 4, 2016 at 10:42 AM Congratulations Broken Wings. :)

Heidi Sands December 4, 2016 at 10:29 AM Congratulations !

Daniel Turner December 2, 2016 at 12:12 PM I'll bet you are beautiful at any age, Constance:) The broken mirror is a wonderful metaphor!

Carolyn Devonshire December 2, 2016 at 11:13 AM It appears I'm not the only one who saw herself in this poem. Sometimes I feel like breaking mirrors. Very poignant!! The site is giving me problems. Hope I can send Soup mail

Janet Grace December 2, 2016 at 7:53 AM I am aging too and this poem by you spoke eloquently to me.

David Meade December 1, 2016 at 9:41 PM A mirror is only a reflection . . . it will never show the true inner beauty . . . that little girl inside. Your images were awesome.

Doug Vinson December 1, 2016 at 7:10 PM Beautifully done. How can it be that at times there is such beauty in sadness?

Sunlite Wanter December 1, 2016 at 6:10 PM Oh, BW, so close to home. Skillfully said.