General Poetry posted July 30, 2019


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A mirror Quatern

Whose Face Is This?

by RodG

Mirror contest Contest Winner 

Whose face is this I’m seeing here?
  Am I that old?  Can that be me?
 A zombie has more flesh on bone,
more skin hard-stretched by gravity.

Aghast I ask the mirror once more,
“Whose face is this I’m seeing here?”
“Why, yours, old friend,” it answers me.
“You’re burled wood, much aged I fear.”

Those eyes now lost in canyons deep
and craggy cheeks cannot be mine.
Whose face is this I’m seeing here?
Dare I now honestly opine?

Though jaw has softened into jowls,
my thin-lipped smile remains sincere.
I scratch my scalp, unsure again
whose face this is I’m seeing here.


 

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Writing Prompt
Write a poem concerning you, or someone, and a mirror. Make it humerous or serious; make it structured or free verse, but keep it brief. Optionally use mirror as a metaphor in anyway you desire.
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2019


Artwork is courtesy of Google images.

Birthdays cease to be fun after you pass 50 and every decade thereafter. I recently had a birthday and this was my query after looking in the mirror.




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