|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Damn! I'm not dusting that mirror any longer!
|Reviewed by pat medlin
|and then what...is the question...raw words we all face|
|Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams
|Holy gosh. That gets right to the point does it not? Ouch, and wow. Well done! Be well, Kathy|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Mirror on the wall can make
one short or tall, but a hand
held mirror speaks for the heart
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Before there was a mirror, we saw our face every time we bent down to drink from a still pool of water. But now we have the power of the photograph to make sure that and watch ourselves age before the pixels have faded to dust.
In your case, it's double edged, because you are seeing yourself as you once were, and you don't like it, and no amount of poetry can change that. Michael Jackson got it right–but it didn't save him.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Oh yes the man in the mirror, it does not lie, only we do...I look in my mirror and see the young girl I used to be, because in my heart i am that girl...Lovely poetry my dear...
Much peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Having just finished a piece of similar ironic focus, I found this not only interesting as a short and compact exercise in writing, but a poignant piece for any in denial, which pretty much includes all of us.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Better to face your confessor here,
Than to go to heaven and face your judge there...e
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Ah yes the dreaded mirror! I've seen myself in it
Rather a scary sight I am in the morning
But, I always smile and say nice try old time
another wrinkle seen another smile line born
that old Halloween face! :)
There will be many more for you as there is
for me Jerry
Our age is a number our heart is young
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Adriaen Valerius (Reader)
|A confessor you even do not have to confess to, he just knows.
I hope he will stare at you for many more days to come Jerry, it's a soothing thought he is there every day
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|this one moment is all we know for sure, as we ourselves are who we must be true to, you have written of this well again my friend