Tag Archives: Mirrors


the rain crept in
at night –
these are stranger puddles,
the morning brume, battering
the ground with purpose
and the beginnings of a day.


the sky
as it divulges
a mood, bathed in muted temperament,
each second brings a new
as seen by
its reflection
in pools of water.


in the guise of a bond,
that which comes down
must return
and a kinship is embraced
and eminence reflected.

Behind the poet

In the picture
there is an oval mirror,
framed in braided mahogany
and it gives a reflection
of a glass door
-openness to the room-
implying she likes big spaces.

Beneath the mirror sits
a stack of books, fore-edge only showing
-no spines-
so we don’t know the titles
but I’m certain it contains an
old copy of Leaves of Grass
and Through the Looking Glass.

Next to the stack of books
is a dinosaur figurine,
a tyrannosaurus slightly outstretched,
it’s tiny arms not quite reaching…
and in the right corner is the front half
of a small silver toy car,
a flashy memento
just coming into the picture.

If only the dinosaur
can reach the stack of books in time,
he will be safe.

I wonder what kind of day it was outside,
when this picture was made.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 15