No reflection stirs the mood
No eyes looking back
To critique
To peer with disdain
Ancient wood
Holding memories
And life
And light
But no perfect mirror to see
What I know is there.
No need for vision
With inner shadow
Exuding hope
For tomorrow pieces
To fall in place
This corner
Solemn
Stirs emotion,
Dressers now filled
With paper and words of life.
Left behind the moths
Ages ago,
Tiny white wings,
That gnawed the finest things
Without a care,
leaving destruction
Sadness,
Holes in memories
Refilled now
With blessings and hope.
For a looking-glass
Whole once more,
With careful hand
Piece by peace
And love
Sanded lightly
With blessings
Untold.
Pieces of the past | Peace, love and patchouli
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You’re very talented, such a wide spectrum of interests and writing!
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Thanks Starralee, I thought the pic was lovely. I like antiques:)
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Thanks my friend, was wondering if any would catch the piece by peace part:) thank you:)
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WOW, what a resplendent poem to go with that mirror.
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Piece by peace… =) step by step =) language is such a beautifully flowing river… Love this piecle
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Thank you for that and an amen too!!! Memories are grand:)
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to have good memories, even better when you miss them, means your alive, amen
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