Timeless Reflections
For twenty-seven thousand days and nights
what you have seen is not all that ever was.
You see in me today’s truth, one perpetual now.
With one look I never judged anyone.
I reflected an eternal present
without darkness, forgiving the past,
each glimmer gone, days and nights
numbered and stacked
upon your tired shoulders.
Like ashes from wood burned
in past fires, days forgotten, names confused,
adjusted appearances, time
carefully dealt from fate’s shuffled deck,
one at a time until there was none.
Lines of life get clearer, youth
forgotten there, inside grandfather’s mirror.
Mirrors can’t look both ways.
The reflection they cast is only today.
Mind the gaps and fix the cracks, everyone has history.
Our Literary Journey 
Good one, Bill. I especially like the image of time being dealt from fate’s shuffled deck. And the photo of your grandfather’s mirror and the link to Sylvia Plath’s poem are nice additions.
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Thank you, Marilyn. You approval is always more than welcome. 🙂
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Loved that piece Bill, also thanks for the link to Sylvia’s poem years sine I read that
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Thank you. Glad you liked them.
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Mirrors only see today, but I’m sure they remember the past. A lovely piece Bill.
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Thank you, Keith. How I wish it could tell me the history it has seen.
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This was beautiful, Bill. The stories that mirror could tell!
And thank you for the link to Sylvia Plath’s poem.
You gave us a two-fer!
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You’re more than welcome, Dale, but I am grateful to you for such wonderful praise.
Yep, some families have skeletons in the closet, we have memories in a mirror. 🙂 It keeps our secrets well.
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Hey, I give it where I feel it is merited.
Yeah, no kidding. I think the mirror does it better than the closet!
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Even better. 🙂 I wish I knew if my maternal grandmother ever looked into that mirror. We should learn all we can from our parents and family, and tell all we can to our children. We should also tell our story so that future generations can read it, if they want. Thus, my Nano project — LOL
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I am so mad at myself for not sitting with my grandmother and my father to get their stories. Sigh.
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I wish I’d done more, but there was much neither told me. At time it was like I was supposed to know without being told.
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So many stories were told and I stupidly thought I would remember them all.
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I need to write another book, “the things in life I would do differently.” 🙂
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Tell me about it. Maybe I’ll make that one my first 😉 Of course, I’ll title it differently 😀
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Regrets? I have them. But I can’t go back. And it would be a long fucking trip with much to do. 🙂
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Fuck regrets. They serve no purpose. 😁
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I typed a whole response for you. Then I deleted it because I remembered several poems I wrote on this topic. This one was New Years Eve, 2018.
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A wonderful way to sign off the old year and bring in the new…
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Can’ believe it was almost three years ago.
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Time… It is a-spinning!
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This is beautifully woven, Bill. My favourite lines:
“one perpetual now”
“I reflected an eternal present”
“Like ashes from wood burned in past fire”
Great share for Plath’s poem too, a double treat 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra.
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A lovely poem, if only that mirror could tell all the tales.
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Thank you.
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