Mirror

Mirrors

 I looked in the mirror
and the mirror provided me
with a glimpse
of a place I had not been yet.
~
In the mirror there seemed to be
a voice asking for attention,
And it seemed that what I knew
was becoming embarrassed
by what I did not.
~
In the mirror
there was a condition
that seemed to be happening
without my permission.
I wanted to climb into that face
and observe the experience
without really having it.
~
We can trim our desires,
but they grow back.
The mirror in our soul
will tear apart our clock,
or turn our battlefield green.

~

©  dianne ebejer (moons & straws)

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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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