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In the Mirror
aging eyes sing their memories
the last of forevers teardrops
as their yesterday’s dance in the night
ghosts and shadows stare hand in hand
at a dusty soul waiting judgement
as the final door swings open
freeing glimmers of nothingness,
then comes the fearsome time
when footsteps once counted
have no more consequence
and breaths measured
are lost forever to the wind
where darkness haunts itself
grieving the smallest taste of light
it is there souls find healing
or are cast to fires payment
and I sleep soundly, unafraid
of the moment between heartbeats
here in my winter of destiny
Oh my gosh such a powerfully
Oh my gosh such a powerfully worded poem. The images really make one think.
glad you liked this Sue, I
glad you liked this Sue, I was reflecting on my mortality, aging does that from time to time, but then again, aging is a good thing, beats the heck out of the alternative. :)
"where darkness haunts
"where darkness haunts itself
grieving the smallest taste of light"
How strikingly you captured the most challenging part of the human adventure. Each relatable line thunders with a captivating eloquence that reinforces the realism; every line is power-packed, chilling, resonate and impressive.
I love how the tone shifts gently in the last lines into the realm of hope and rests, profoundly, on your memorable conclusion. And the title is a clever, perfect fit. Bravo!!!
A most gracious critique, I'm
A most gracious critique, I'm glad you enjoyed this, thank you for the visit and the kind words.
This is beautifully worded
This is beautifully worded and elegantly lined. I love that they that sleep peacefully are freed of Forever's teardrops and fire's payment. Such strong contrasts, e.g. the winter of destiny, et al. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for the nice words,
Thank you for the nice words, glad you liked this, and thanks for stopping by.