Saturday 31 March 2012


It unnerves me
the face in the glass,
that is sometimes me
and sometimes not.

I am unbalanced
by this perfume,
that is sometimes you
and sometimes not.

The heat
stretches out the thread -
in the rain,
it nestles closer;

All around me
the web glistens,
sometimes real
and sometimes not.
image source: the mag


Cloudia said...

it BE-s
like that-

Warm Aloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I remember the time I looked in the mirror and it was my grandma's face looking back. I mean, I do look like my grandma, but that time, her face was super-imposed over mine. Unnerving, a bit. But then I gave my head a shake, and I was back.

Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

Sometimes the image reflecting back at me has so much pain, so much depression, so much lament and loss that it lQQks like liquid in a pond that's been disturbed.
There's many times, though, through intended choice that I like what I see because of all the souls around me.

Choice keeps me vital and content.Hopefully my choice will remain with me through my 'autumn' years.

"Be here now"

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful words - well worth several reads.

Anna :o]

Helen said...

.. through a looking glass, we may never know what is really there.

ds said...

Oh, beautiful. And...yes! Thank you.

Ruth said...

Yes. It is how we see, isn't it? Sometimes this way, and sometimes another.

I hope you are well, beautiful you.

Sarah Laurence said...

I like the duality in your poem and such an interesting photo too. My teenaged daughter recently freaked out when she got a passport photo and saw how much she looks like me now.

Shaista said...

Sarah, that's so funny!! Yes, I keep being told how much I look like my mother now... but it is a compliment, as no doubt it is for your daughter too xx

Nose in a book said...

Beautiful, just beautiful.

avecwings said...

truly fabulous...yes each word.. nothing like it :)

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