the mirror reflects old eyes that stare
a reflection of for filling dreams and the coming nightmares
these days that went from no-where then into every-where
once opulence and good fortune was fed
now its no more trips into eden and into babylon
and the lust and rage of youth is long gone
the eyes see no more sunshine upon the rising dawn
for the sands of time say theres no time to dwell upon
as today they only see a future with a coming storm
the eyes remember the true tales-the ones wholly robust
but the eyes now only see the memories floating in the dust
much like the prayers of the innocent who souly trust
for the days of youthful freshness is now long lost
like the winter tree naked and bare in the bitter frost
lifes expenses now has become a cost
Reflection
Reflection is good for our
Egos. It
Forces us to
Learn from our
Errors and take
Corrective action so
That next time an
Identical situation
Occurs there is little to
No chance a repeat problem will happen
I stand before the mirror,
expecting something familiar
something that feels like me.
But what looks back
is a distortion
of everything I thought I knew.
At first, I call it deceit.
A reflection that lies,
a surface that twists
what should have been simple.
But then it shifts.
Not the mirror
me.
Perhaps it was never distortion,
only a truth
I refused to recognize.
Blinded by what I believed I was,
I failed to see
what I had become.
The eyes appear lit,
yet all I see is dimness.
The face seems cheerful,
yet it feels distant
detached,
unreached.
A girl stands before the mirror.
But the reflection
she lives the life
I was supposed to live.
And somewhere between the two,
I remain
uncertain
of which one
is truly me.
I will become your mirror
Showing you what you are
Making your beauty clear -
Clear as a shooting star -
I will reflect your nose
And your blue giant eyes
Your tasteful, fitting clothes
And your athletic thighs
I will reflect your hair
Elegant, long and white,
Your haunting, soulful stare
And loving, healing light,
Your noble, gorgeous features
And your heart, soft and warm
And all the precious creatures
That you hide from the storm -
I will reflect your kindness
And your internal state,
Your talent and the timeless
Beauty that you create,
Your incandescent passion
Your love and tenderness
Your elegance and fashion
Everyone that you bless -
See your reflection in me
That I give back to you
What you evoke within me -
And if it be untrue,
Shatter me like a mirror
Scatter me wide and far
Forcing me to revere
As you say au revoir,
And as I piece the fragments
Into a disco ball
It will show without raiments
Essence and heart of All.
With words in play for pictures to paint,
That hum melodies beyond poetic sway.
The chaotic use of rhymes and devices, yet in survey,
My mind chooses to withdraw from the unnatural hold.
With subtle flavours and a vibrant touch of my emotions on the plate,
Unquestioned thoughts and silenced cries,
Expressions speak while silence complies.
With no hunger for emotions anymore,
I pick the pen to finally paint,
For silence spills over the page again.
mirror shows me a creature I do not recognize
I stare at the image
unclear who she is
or how she got into my body
I am young and svelte
this old woman is corpulent
my neck is svelte
this old woman has nasty neck wrinkles
why do you reflect me as a hag? I ask the mirror
the mirror laughs
The air get's colder and colder
Ice forms where wet areas remain
The sky once blue is gray
Oh, how moody, oh how it freezes,
things the sun had warmed
How suddenly things transform
Always be ready for what may come
I have seen mild things as much as wild
I have been deceived as much as loved
I keep carrying on, beyond what others expect
Because of faith I have and what I reflect
Heidi Sands
2/6/26
(C)opyright
It's way beyond the time for the human race to reflect
and rectify the organ in the head, situated between the right and left ear lobe
Existing there are tumours cause destruction of the human cell,
we do ourselves behave as the largest cancer growth, running rampant,
cause destruction of this planetary globe
How fortunate I am that your arrow–
which would otherwise rip caverns
through obsidian–met the other end
of my heart with so little as a keyhole.
How blessed I am that my love now seeps to the sound of a soothing pulse.
In sync with honey swimming over a rounded edge in lazy drizzles.
Carrying warmth as it flows past an ivory crib cradling breath.
But, oh, dear Cupid,
how cursed you made me when
my love finally reached the fence
of another's heart, and bounced back
not in the way
that a calm lake reflects the sun's smile,
but as if my affection were a stone
returned to shore by crashing waves,
reminding sand of the border between land and sea.
Bang
target clay pigeon
hog steer squirrel rabbit pheasant
deer elk buffalo bear
soldier
boy
...
Mirror
(Bang)
A letter from your shadow:
We’ve been together for awhile now,
I think it's time for me to share my rant.
Why do you tremble when you speak?
It’s like sometimes you don’t even think.
You walk into things, careless of your surroundings,
And you’ve never seemed to be whats called “normal”,
Always standing out in the most awful ways.
Your hair dye was cool at first,
But now you do it after any minor inconvenience,
And im really starting to hate it.
You can’t ever decide what hair type you want,
straight , curly, bushy, or bald,
And quite frankly you’ll look just as horrible any way.
You have that god awful habit of biting your nails,
Do you like the way they taste,
Or are they just an escape?
I really hope you start to change,
im not sure how much more of your
“Temper tantrums”
I can take.
Sincerely, your shadow.
Reflect
I saw an old man today
He looked as if he’d gone astray
His eyes were hollow and sunken in
The whiskers grey upon his chin
His hair was thin and out of place
The wrinkles many upon his face
His calloused hands stood out so plain
His crooked fingers full of pain
His stature frail and beaten down
His knees so bowed as I looked down
One last glance I did take
That’s when I made the worst mistake
The mirror my friend tells no lies
It speaks the truth until you die
Love is a corpse,
a slab on table and a checklist of finds,
6’ 2’’, rich, educated, white, slim,
a post-mortem on a body still fresh
Love is a casino,
a gamble in bright lights,
a bargaining of chips falling where they may,
an under-table sleight of hand
Love is a firework,
a hallucinogenic bonfire blaze
that spirals and swirls with a forever
waiting, a waiting for the bang, the explosion,
the sizzle from cosmos down to earth
Love is a house
with a cupboard for stale secrets
and a creak in an old spine staircase,
flagging passion hung out to dry above
yellow grass in need of water, can rusted
Love is silence is shout is cry is shake
is laugh is let down is let up
is cloud is volcano is dormant is erupt
is triumph is disaster is trust is tryst
If you look too hard you will not see
If you talk too much you will not hear
If you think too much you will not learn
If you walk too fast you will not arrive
If you are true to yourself you will be content
You will unlock the secret door
Reflection
Describes how one is seen
Shows your opposite gene,
In the light of day, I see the smiles
Spreading around, bring it for a while.
Ends up, we all fake it, it seems
It was a reflection of what the world wanted to be seen
Interchangeable we grief
Leaving the past a mirror of our relief
With every step on this winding road,
I shed my burdens, I lighten the load.
Through valleys deep and mountains tall,
My heart beats louder, I dare to call.
All in all,
The one reflection was a darkened
recall to the unreal Yarkand
Far from all, I placed the mirror and
What lies ahead, a mystery veiled,
In fragile hopes, my heart is sailed.
With every beat, my heart reveals,
The essence of what deeply feels
With every turn, a lesson learned,
Embracing each flame, my spirit burned
Describes how one is seen
Shows your opposite gene,
In others’ eyes, a glimpse of me,
Together, we find what it means to be free.
All in all
The one reflection was a darker me
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