Memory Mirror Poems

In the mirror, one day, the stranger will stand and you will gaze long,
The shadow of what was, shall fade into the unknown to be.
You...

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Shadows in the Broken Mirror
In the endless shadow of the soul, where unfulfilled dreams take shelter,
Lies an unbounded love, the destiny of a beloved in...

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“It’s in there!” 
The frizzy haired woman insisted with mirth in her eye.
“But, how?”
I asked beseechingly.
She gave a mischievous laugh from impish lips in reply...

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On my window pane
were four drops of rain
resembling a quatrain
On love, on loss and gain

Mirrors were they to my brain,
the four pensive drops of rain,
A...

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We buy and are sold priceless things,
read human stories written by android;
a smokescreen present muddies the once transparent past,
innocence doom-scrolls, an aging youth now hard...

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(select all), (delete)
  that's sometimes the feeling of a reflection
    the notion of who you are brought into
   ...

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mirrors turbulence of mind
documents dull daily chores,
poured feelings on blank canvas, 
friend we trust as true .

closest buddy in childhood,
confidant in teenage years,
my excitement, my...

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reconstruction

recalling  much less than half i wrote 
though long ago and miles remote 
i remember when 
an old black  man 
walks out from...

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Oh hello again darkness been a while
so which memory shall we reminisce this time
or is it that moment to reach for glass
no doubt you have...

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Echo world behind the glass,
I make the same faces I did at twelve.
The grinning Cheshire Cat 
with teeth like piano keys,
mendacious and coy
because viewing my...

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Nothing too clear
Is kept in mind.
But when by what most precious of
Glassed pond confined

These her fair traits
Come flooding back.
As striking, for colour and movement
Its goldfish...

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As seen in the mirror 

Oh, I’m not done yet, when young I was dense because I could 
not see further than the now, old...

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Beneath billowing sack cloth tent 
An auctioneer jibber-jabbers his words.
Below his red mahogany dais
Sit Fifty Amish American women and girls.
Black-bonnet-ed, bidder-number in hand, 
they chirp...

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Deja vu-
   it startles us at times-
       in a flash- coming before us;
    ...

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A new year and an old mirror
Who is this aging face it reflects to me
Surely I have not become old
What curse is time to rob...

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