Elizabeth Melton Parsons

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Daily Prompt: Mirror Mirror

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Look in the mirror. Does the person you see match the person you feel like on the inside? How much stock do you put in appearances? Photographers, artists, poets: show us MIRRORED.

Bernardo Strozzi - Public Domain

Bernardo Strozzi – Public Domain

Stranger in the Mirror

The face looking back at me,
so haggard and worn.
I’ve not met this face before,
This stranger in the mirror.
Lines of care drawn by pain,
stretching over skin so grey.
I don’t know this face,
This stranger in the mirror.
Why does she stare at me,
with desperation and despair?
I can’t help her. I don’t know her,
This stranger in the mirror.
This face so sad and so beyond repair.
What does she want from me?
Why look at me so?
This stranger in the mirror.
In her eyes, I see the shadows of all yesterdays.
Grief, so bluntly written for all the world to see.
I’m sorry. I don’t know her,
This stranger in the mirror.
How can I help?
Looking back at her,
I see contempt for my lack of compassion.
I look deeper into the eyes of all yesterdays.
I see me.
Me, as I once was, happy, beautiful,
and full of hopes and dreams.
Startled, I jump back.
No, not me!
Just an illusion of things past.
I don’t know this face.
This stranger in the mirror.

Ó Elizabeth Melton Parsons

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Author: Elizabeth Melton Parsons

I'm a novelist, poet, and artist. I love books, nature, art, and gardening. I'm a rock hound and there's a photo of me with a cool fossil rock on my about page, I take a lot of nature pictures. The background here is one of mine. Unfortunately I recently lost my wonderful husband, but I'm grateful to have the blessing of two beautiful sons. elizabethmeltonparsons.wordpress.com is © Elizabeth Melton Parsons 2007-2017. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Elizabeth Melton Parsons with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

39 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Mirror Mirror

  1. Elizabeth: Very nice! I love the phrase “the eyes of all yesterdays.” For some reason it captures the mood of your poem completely. 🙂

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  6. This is beautiful, Elizabeth! Thank you for sharing.

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  13. Hi Elizabeth 😀 Great poem. Loved it. Ralph xox 😀

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  17. Very powerful and universal methinks…I don’t look in mirrors very often, my hair is a mess.

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  18. Elizabeth I tried posting a message and it didn’t work so I will try again. If you receive two the same, I am sorry.
    Elizabeth what a beautiful poem–sad but true. When I look in my mirror, I wonder how the heck my mother got inside and when did she get so wrinkled.
    I am not ready to be as old as I am. I still feel I am immature and I still like to have fun. I try to think of each wrinkle as a well deserved badge of honour for an achievement I have attained in my life. I think I have to stoop achieving so much. Room is running out for more wrinkles.
    Incidentally I think the authentic spelling for tookus is tuchus –the ch sound is like a horking at the back of ones throat.
    Keep well and keep on writing

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    • I guess it’s like that song. I’m too young to be so old. LOL. I didn’t get the other post, Ep. Tuchus is right, it’s yiddish. You are one smart cookie. But we silly Americans still spell it as tookus. Maybe we just like being contrary. 😉 Have a lovely Sunday.

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  19. Just to let you know your blog has received my nomination. http://barsetshirediaries.wordpress.com/2014/02/03/abc-award/
    xxx Hugs xxx

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  21. Beautiful! I never was a poems person…but, somehow your poems are understandable even to me! And yes, I enjoy reading them!

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  22. Hi Elizabed ,lovely poem to complement the unique portrait.The lady is blaming time for aging her,what happened to that charming youth .all it is left are the memories of the past.Thank you for liking my recent post.jalal Michael

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