The Miracle of the Mirror Mirage
The miracle of the mirror
how it turned meaning to mirage
boys into men, meaning to mystery
many mirrored manifestations
of memories long ago.
Mirrored movements made me
wonder who it was walking,
wandering in the waves of glass.
Was it I, who’s past was in the glass?
Memories are secrets of mirrors,
the many faces are its mystery,
the truth is its hidden miracle.
Or is what we see the mirage?
The loved and hated mirror
pointing to youth and to the truth,
Made more of us cry as the mirror
only looked back and wondered why.
© Bill Reynolds 7/24/2018
I cherish my past, the good and the bad; I ponder my future, yet to be had.
I look at it both ways as I mind the gaps.
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Wonderful poem, Bill. I can relate to the mirage in the mirror. It has so many stories to tell.
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Thank you, Sue.
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Nicely done. It’s amazing how quickly it took to go such a short distance. Lol. I’m 55 now and it all seems so recent.
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Right, Jim. The passage of time is swift.
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Definitely a four-star birthday poem, Bill. Coming face to face with past and present realities is something we can all relate to, especially those of us with multiple decades under our belts.
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Thank you Marilyn.
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The mirror has never been my friend. But I am more comfortable with it the older I get and I never see my younger self, never want to.
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