http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/22/daily-prompt-mirrored/
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.
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
January 22, 2014 at 10:32 am
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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January 22, 2014 at 10:45 am
Thank you, Mark, for visiting and for the lovely compliment. 🙂
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January 22, 2014 at 1:18 pm
This is beautiful, Elizabeth! Thank you for sharing.
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January 22, 2014 at 3:14 pm
Thank you, Jill. 🙂
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January 23, 2014 at 9:06 pm
Hi Elizabeth 😀 Great poem. Loved it. Ralph xox 😀
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January 24, 2014 at 5:58 am
Good morning and thank you, my lovely friend. How’s the weather in Spain? Still need rain? Hope you’re feeling wonderful. Hugs and kisses.
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January 24, 2014 at 7:45 am
It’s a lovely, sunny, clear, warm day here my friend. Have had a couple of days rain. I’m fine thanks. And you ? Love Ralph xxxx
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January 24, 2014 at 9:41 am
Nice…I’m fine, but still freezing my tookus off. It’s -10 wind chill right now and more snow on it’s way. I may move back to Florida. LOL. Love you, dear. 🙂
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January 24, 2014 at 6:15 pm
I had to Google “tookus”, so it may be a good idea to give up wearing a mini-skirt. A furry bikini would keep you a lot warmer 😉 Love you too 😀
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January 24, 2014 at 7:01 pm
LOL…too funny. Wish I had one. 😛 XOXOXO
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January 24, 2014 at 8:36 pm
You mean you haven’t ???!!! 😉 xox
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January 25, 2014 at 7:42 am
LOL….It’s on my wish list to Santa for next Christmas. 😉 (Big Smootch)
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January 25, 2014 at 8:40 am
It’s on mine too……for you of course 😉 xoxox
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January 26, 2014 at 12:38 pm
Very powerful and universal methinks…I don’t look in mirrors very often, my hair is a mess.
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January 27, 2014 at 10:01 am
Howdy, Ste J. Thank you! I look in the mirror just long enough for my toothbrush to find my mouth. Have a great day. 🙂
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January 31, 2014 at 10:01 pm
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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February 1, 2014 at 10:36 pm
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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February 1, 2014 at 6:08 pm
I so understand this! Take a look at: http://soulgatherings.wordpress.com/2013/09/06/when-did-i-start-to-look-like-my-mother/
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February 1, 2014 at 10:51 pm
Great post, Theresa. Thank you for the link and for stopping by. 🙂
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February 3, 2014 at 4:40 pm
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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February 3, 2014 at 6:16 pm
Thank you, David. You’re a sweetheart. XOXOXOX 🙂
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February 7, 2014 at 12:18 pm
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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February 7, 2014 at 10:45 pm
Why thank you so much. That’s a lovely compliment and I’m happy you enjoy them. 🙂
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February 15, 2014 at 6:24 pm
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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February 15, 2014 at 11:11 pm
Thank you, Jalal. Nice to hear your thoughts on my poem. 🙂
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