IN THE MIRROR and THE FONTANEL (Poems)
IN THE MIRROR
part sister, part demon
you visit nightly
draped in sleep,
a child playing dress-up
before her mother's mirror
you take on facets
that beg reflection,
friend or traitor,
whimsical or sad
as each in turn
finds full embrace
in the moon-like silver
of the mirror
I've been reading a great deal of poetry by other people, even more than usual, which often precipitates writing of my own. This new poem above popped up late last night, pestering me until I got it down on paper. Funny thing is, I don't remember very much at all of my dreams last night. Maybe writing the poem served as that function for the night. And I'm only partly joking....
P.S. After posting the above I went off-line and another poem promptly asserted itself. I know from years of experience that my poems take a while to "settle," so both of these poems may wind up being slightly "tweaked." But I do believe they are essentially complete.
it aches deeply today
this soft spot
I’ll always hold for you
old failures and pointed
questions with no answers prod
until it blooms bluer
than any bruise
but better the pulsing ache
of this unclosed fontanel
than a hardness like graveyard
bones piled over you
P.P.S. A third poem has since wiggled its way through, but I probably won't post that one til it's had a chance to "settle." I'm rather tickled that three appeared in barely 24 hours, as I really don't write "regular" poems much at all these days. I'm too absorbed in various haiku forms.
‘til next time, keep dreaming,
Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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