*This poem talks about a wish of mine, in a very round about way.
I have a magic mirror.
Or perhaps, it's magic eyes.
I look and smile within and never
ever think it lies.
I'm not sure why I pause this time
perhaps it is the little lines
that circle 'round this face of mine
like so many whispering voices.
Startled now, by this revelation
I think about my situation
and contemplate my regeneration
while before me lay two choices.
To pout or not to pout...
That is the the question.
To suffer from a crippling bout
of insecure depression?
Or to once again, use magic eyes
and blur the lines a touch
to clip and cut and trim and size;
not really very much.
But ah! The result is just enough
I can look back satisfied.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall..."
"Quite happy to oblige."
7 comments:
Great post, I have been thinking about the same kinds of things lately. So I go and drink lots of Roobios tea, cocoa, and slather on my fav. lotion (a plant based collegen formula). Doesn't always work, but I don't fret about it.
:0)
You're a unique person.
Incredibly optimistic you manage to teach truth and uplift through every medium whether it be: speech, singing, shouting, writing or even poetry.
For many just having the talent would be sufficient. You on the other hand use your talents to teach.
Unique indeed!!
I appreciate this Wordful Wednesday for putting me in touch with poets such as yourself. Very nice...
Lovely truthful poem. We all do that to some extent don't we? You have a beautiful way with words.
Is photoshop your magic mirror? Or maybe I'm just projecting myself here, because I love it when photoshop obliges my inner self. =)
Dear Sonja,
I think you truly just made my day. I have had a hard day with lots of poop to clean. Your words were just so kind to me, and so timely. Do you sing in church, I really hope you do frequently, but best of all is your children getting to hear you... I just read "GIFTS" and, you had me hooked, you are truly a writer! What a sweet puppa, with that little closet room. Reminds me of an old man I met on my mission. I could just see him wrapping his old belongings too.
Thanks again for your kindness and helpful thoughts,
Emily
as always, i loved it. you express so beautifully the thoughts of your heart, which so often echo mine.
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