Mirror'd Reflections~

"Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans" ~ John Lennon

Mystic zephyrs waft'd through my hair

scented baby's breath of my youth,

mirror'd image sees a random view

each etch'd line tells a turning story

eyes glance harmonious patterns

weaving together daunting history

music of tomorrow's past beginnings

heart still yearns for a peaceful melody

life plays out whilst reflections glare

sanctimonious gray humbles relished appeal

woven through the sketches of my mind

time races the speed of light in relative indifference

leaving behind zest's adulterated delivery

haunting images speak indisputable gospel

unruffled spirit's journey steals attention

from drab fields of heather'd deviations, 

 gingerly thwarting a docile surrender 

 within dusky addled contemplative musings

Author's Note

Reviews

[s y e]

Oh Mama F, this is beyond beautiful. You're just the best poetess I know. :-)

What we see in the mirror now - looking back at us - is the person we are now, the life we created for ourselves. And sometimes we like the reflection, we like the person looking back - the life we created for ourselves we done it by ourself.

I loved the description and wording of this one. The imagery was so perfect.

Perfecto! Flip flops & all that jazz ~ safe haven, sighs. xo

[Frieda P]

Ahhh you humble me noodlebumble, thanks muchy sweetie! xo

[Coll Silvermoon]

Moving, and beautifully written, Frieda. Thank you!

[Frieda P]

Thank you for reading Coll.

[Tai Ryens]

Simply put, you write of the brief moment of recognition and the influx of memories when you take the time to look in the mirror for more than a few minutes, and really focus on yourself; it's as if you could see the memories take place in your pupils themselves . . . Well done.

[Frieda P]

My pupils are speaking volumes lately, thanks Tai...

[Avinash]

I was listening to Zephyr song from RHCP and started reading your beautiful poem. So unfortunate I am as you are not in my part of the globe and I was not born in your time. Anyways we are writers we can easily do time travel and make a flight of fantasy... :)

[icelandicblue]

There is so much to muse about isn't there. I just fell in love with this line:

scented baby's breath of my youth,

Of course I loved the entire piece.

[Rita L. Sev]

eyes glance harmonious patterns
weaving together daunting history

You know how to make words and unique images dance, Frieda. Excellent poem!

[Vidya Bacchus]

Excellent my friend.Your words are always so great and your poems always speak to me.Although so do the voices in my head so .....lol

[Odysseus Wanders]

And boom goes the dynamite! Squaring off with time and aging... you got a pair girl.
scented baby's breath of my youth... whattt! You crazy, and talking loco... Love it!
So much in one line. Snaps my attention leaving me thinking im fine, until sanctimonious grey's humble finds me later... and then im back to that line.
Tuned in girl... tuned in... nice work!

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Beautiful Frieda Beautiful. I've always loved reading your writing.

Kaze~

[Tam Warink]

Never let it be said that I cannot find the downside of any uppish thing. To wit:

"life plays out whilst reflections glare
sanctimonious gray humbles relished appeal"

It is Beauty and the Brush all over again, isn't it?

100 silver strokes

[Pryde Foltz]

gingerly thwarting a docile surrender
within dusky addled contemplative musings

If you asks me; there is beauty in those there lines and this poem.