Eyes: did you ever consider them, look
at them, no, I mean, really l o o k? No, I
guess not: too busy using them to see
out of, unless they belong to someone
else. And ears: the fleshy appendages
to hang earrings and glasses, balance
hats from? What would they say if they
could talk? The nose: the poor, poor
nose: unnoticed until allergen or cold
opens the floodgates or slams the sinus
cavities shut: either way, hard to breathe.
And ponder the mouth: the cavern filled
with teeth and tongue, designed to trip
you up or keep you honest: choice is
yours. In my mirror, I see a Poet's face.
It's a nice face. Not pretty, but not ugly;
average, guess you'd say. Bit rounder
than I'd like, older ... but it's perfect for me.
I see the trials of life in your face, yet you smile, soldier on. And you definitely have poetry written all over it! :) Beautiful write of a poet's visage; I love it! (And you!) Very well done; brava, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D XOXOXOXOXO
In your mirror I see a pair of eyes looking far away into the future, with a shadow of selfdeprecating smile, and yes around all of it the aura of a poetess...
Very thought provoking write my friend. You've said so much and said it clearly. We are who we are and God would have it no other way either. Well done Karla.
I also spend time looking in the mirror, but it's more to solve a puzzle: why is that person not the person I feel to be? Who is she? Seems you've solved your puzzle. A great write! Rebecca
Karla,
I think there are Hollywood starlets who would kill for your lips! What I like most about this poem is your voice of confidence. We should all strive to be as comfortable with ourselves. Hugs,
Sheila
No, and thank God no one is, the world would be such a boring place- but your face shows me a real gentle soul and a beautiful one to boot ;) I hate looking in the mirror, incidentally, but love to read your poems!! Blessings sweetheart, as always-Love, Michelle xxx
In my mirror, I look into familiar eyes and demand the answer to who are you!? And what did you do with the face I used to know? All gray hair and pudgy cheeks and freckles--my smile lines are baby wrinkles now. I always expect to see the me at 17, and I'm always shocked to see that other face instead... curiouser and curiouser... --Charlie
This book is a collection of short stories that depict events in Author's life while she lived in Romania, then in Greece, and last in America. It's a beautiful and very sincere account of a young woman's life and comming to age.
Robert Burns' first daughter was Elizabeth. Her story and the five descendants Scottish lives are recorded here with the Bard's message today as ever in need. Al Quida listen: Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that. That Sense
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peace and love, Carole~
Great to see you on the uphill, dear friend!
Love,
Becca~
Newfie hugs are on the way, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D XOXOXOXOXO
Georg
A face tells a thousand words...and the eyes tell a thousand more mysteries. Beautiful work here Karla, the writing and the face.
Cynthia
I think there are Hollywood starlets who would kill for your lips! What I like most about this poem is your voice of confidence. We should all strive to be as comfortable with ourselves. Hugs,
Sheila
Cryssa
and can now call herseof poet!WTG Karla!;-) luv,ET
This is a thought-provoking write. Thank you Karla!!!
Sandie Angel :o)