When I looked in the mirror
…What…
Did I see? None other but
…Saggy…
Old wrinkles peering at
….Me…
Step into this image to regain your
…Youth…
I lowered the shade
…I’m…
Searching for truths
2:22 PM
Vera Robinson © 2015
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December 12, 2014
A dark place, Past, Present, Shattered Dark memory, Image, Imposter, Mirror 30 Comments
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When I looked in the mirror
The image that peered back at me
Was unrecognizable
It was an imposter
From the past
Attempting to peek around
My present life
I once again had to
Shatter it!
6:57 PM
Vera Robinson © 2014
February 6, 2014
Fiction, Life Changes, Crumble, Mirror, Poem, WordPress Leave a comment
Born green
To…
Color the earth
A…
Rejuvenating spirit in my
Soul…
Throughout the years
Gazing…
At my reflection
Peering…
Back at me
I…
Have seen changing
Colours…
I’ve been
Red…
Blue…
And admittedly…
Yellow…
I’ve aged and now
Brown…
Dried…
Fragile…
Should you speak
Do…
So softly for your
Breath…
Might blow me
Away…
If you touch
Me…
Please be gentle
I…
Am not ready to
Crumble…
Or fall
After all…
Still…
Alive…
I can
Stumble…
Along…
3:29 PM
Vera Jackson © 2014
December 12, 2013
Emotion, Fiction, Future, Marriage Blogger, Divorce, Family Tree, Mirror, Poem, WordPress 1 Comment
When I look in the
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Mirror…
What I see, is a
Replica…
Of me
What’s invisible is the
Pain…
That burdens
Me…
Perhaps this will cease
To exist
Once…
My mind is
Free…
And my heart only
Belongs…
To me
I wish to be
A single…
Leaf…
Hanging on
One…
Family tree
4:35 PM
Vera Jackson © 2013
July 29, 2013
A dark place, Fiction, Poem Blogger.Writer, Dark Image, Mirror, Poet, WordPress 12 Comments
Images are reflections of you, and of me
And she and of he
I see them everywhere, near and afar
In the mirror, through the glass, an image
I see
In the present, there’s an image, and it stems
From the past
The camera and lens, a man’s leering eyes
I look over my shoulder, while taking my strides
I won’t be offended, I’m keeping my pride
I step on the bus, and the image I see
Through the window, made of glass
It is the dark side of me