Grief Mirror Poems

Mother,   
I am your mirror of silvery look  
Your reflection speaks of me,
Though you grow old as winter
I grow as the kindling...

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The mirror is ignorant
Of what I know is the truth:
Youth repelling the elements -
A smooth face untouched by grief -

An expression revealing no thought
Whose round...

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I am short and sweet
Read quickly before I leave
Haiku is my name...

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She dances she glances,                     ...

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A broken mirror stained with blood
Reflects the mistakes of the past
Though one's heart may heal, the scars
Will flood the veins, a reminder of trauma and...

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An obscure, ambiguous figure looks back at me. 
Penetrating me, seeing right through my mask of lies. 
Knees buckle, arms shake, shaken as can be.
Glossy...

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Do we break the mirror of life,                  ...

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In their days of cuddling,
Lovers share in warm whispers,
With their smiles as bright as flowers,
With glee beyond measure.

But the hearts can't always,
Stay unblemished and persist...

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As I stand mindfully, facing mirror of my life,
Juxtaposition of yesteryears’ reflections revive 
Mountains of grief and valleys of despairs,
Heartwarming wins and heartbreaking losses,
Echoes strumming...

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When she was young,                                          ...

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The Blood is still fresh
Flowing over the mirror, sink and flower vase
His hand is still clenched into the fist, wounded
The walls have deafened, blinded by...

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My head spinning ... on these white walls ... My mental health in critical condition ... trying to remember who I am why I am...

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Sharp the need
burning the bitter weed
burnt offerings in
fragments of imagery
feeling the spice sweet 
dreams come
nice as the world swims 
out of view 
the light feeds...

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Powerfully displayed in a coat
Of brilliant crimson, alive
With flaming wings dancing in a dewy
Glimmer of morning sunlight
Washing the dawn with a vivid
Flash or color so...

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Last Sunday I spoke to my best friend ,
after many years I felt as if I didn’t know her at all.
She was bragging about her...

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