. . . Just a Mirror
Just a mirror. A lifeless, longing, intrinsic piece of man's creating
Just a mirror. Muted, couldn't speak even with the pain I've seen.
Just a mirror. I can feel each secret you've hidden from your soul
Just a mirror. Beautiful frame, just a name. Out to work again.
Ahhh, there you are again. You looked a big ragged, rough day?
Ohhh, I see. Changes coming your way and you don't have a way
To see the river's run.
Ahhh, the breezes blow through summer's singing sun
A tune begun, 24 of them and I'm done.
Just a mirror.
Go on. We are alone. I have no arms to stop you.
Go now. I cannot speak. I wasn't given a tongue.
Catch the sunbeams through my glass, ahhh,
Your boyhood's past--silently you sing.
You are just a man.
Writer's summary_______
Very simply put, we have two parties: a lone man and a mirror. Both speak, but you have to look oh so closely at what the mirror is saying.
Questions & Answers
© 2018 Kenneth Avery
Comments
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Hi, Gypsy Rose Lee -- ahhh, you are so right. And I want you to keep writing your fine hubs. Daylight Savings Time Sunday Morning 2 A.M. Talk to you soon.
Write me anytime.
Most creative. Our muses have been of the same mind lately I too was inpired by a mirror.
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Dear, Dear Robin, thank you so much. I mean it. You have always touched my life more than you know. So in the week ahead, could you see your way clear to mail me a hot cup of coffee?
Peace be to you too.
Write me anytime, Robin.
So very cleverly written all the meaning in front of the mirror well handed to deliver thanks, Peace be with you
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