Having seen that every wall is a mirror, think they’d be able to find themselves under the designer suits and frocks. Striped or swirled ties and scarves of fine silk, Hair and The Watch coordinate. Mirrors barely keep up as they whir by on their way to make money to buy. One stands before them long enough to disrobe, latest wisps of cotton/lycra declare them suitable. If by mischance, a gurney becomes involved, the safety pin that sent Mother into spasms is nowhere to be seen. Not a rip, tear, or spindle hole to suggest one understands the term poor. Means what one thinks it means. Can’t have to do with an owner of mirrors for every wall. Even time on occasion to pause to check for a zit or sagging hem. Cosmetic surgery is past due again. People think they got it easy. They don’t know. Mirrors make one demand after another.
I'm always surprised at who I see in the mirror when I happen to look into one. Thought-provoking reality in your verses, Phyllis. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace. Regis
A sad piece, Pea, with echoes of past reverberating silently within those mirrors. All those needful, dependable mirrors, reflecting what? A mother's driving need? Or, proud thoughts? A child's conditioning? Or, a self-achieved plot?
It was a twisty piece, I, too, had to read it more than once to find the silver-backed cracks, facing its back with designs protected in its depths.
A marvelous, mind-wrapping poem of wryly wise undulations and speed bumps.
(Inner)Beauty and character is skin deep. The clothes we wear do not define us. True, the mirror tends to make one demand after another. Beautiful interesting write, Phyllis!
The image we cast and how comfortable we are with it is in direct relationship to how we view our self and the life we have led. Superficial dressings do not give us character; that comes from a place unseen by the mirror. I got this one, Pea, and it is excellent!
Take care,
Sherry
A detailed study of the origins of the New Alienation. The author labels it normative or postmodern ennui and traces its rise to cultural power over the last two centuries.
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It was a twisty piece, I, too, had to read it more than once to find the silver-backed cracks, facing its back with designs protected in its depths.
A marvelous, mind-wrapping poem of wryly wise undulations and speed bumps.
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Take care,
Sherry
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