Honesty is best,
so I'll be truthful.
I struggle to like you,
to appreciate your revelations,
your sharp vigilance,
archiving every scribble of time
on nude sculpture -
me,
disallowing my attempts
to conceal truth
with colors of youth, gunk
clogging pores with lies.
But I accept you,
respect you,
for confirming daily
image of aging transformation
smiling, grateful,
reflective.
(Submitted to
Dverse Poets where we're prompted to write about a common object.)
oy - somedays i don't wanna look in the mirror at all... yet i too like its honest reflection... something a friend would do..
ReplyDeleteI know that struggle. Too well. And frequently avoid the honesty.
ReplyDeleteI found it so effective that you chose to write this using the second person, Myrna. And I suspect there are not of few of us who can totally relate.
ReplyDeleteA great subject to write about.. I like that you got in the play on that mirror doesn't lie... well written.
ReplyDeleteI am afraid there is no way to beat the mirror, unless you just take it off the wall! I am not a fan of mirrors myself though I am now more at peace with what they tell me.
ReplyDeleteMyrna, when you look in the mirror, just think.....this is the best you are ever going to look. (smiles) And think to yourself also that the mirror only reflects your exterior, shows nothing of your interior.
ReplyDeletesmiles...def a love hate relationship with the mirror...lol
ReplyDeletethey are all liars anyway....they only see the outside....
smiles.
Graceful acceptance, gratitude and reflective, I like that ~ I almost did one on mirrors but chose my kitchen knife instead ~ Take care Myrna ~
ReplyDeleteYes, there are so many different responses aroused by the mirror!
ReplyDeleteMirrors do seem real, part of us, don't they. There are some that are kinder than other, placing shadows discreetly to give us a life as we glance, glance away and then look back to say - not as bad as yesterday - or is just you new mirror, ha!
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way, Myrna....exactly. My mirror doesnt hide the lines and the sagging - but oh so grateful, to be still here!
ReplyDelete*Sigh*
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^= <3
Mirrors show what the passage of time does to the exterior, but they can never reflect your true beauty!
ReplyDeleteI like that you talk to your mirror...it is a great equalizer; and you make it non judgmental ;)
ReplyDeleteNo...don't like mirrors...no point in adding to the long list of things that can bring you down:
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI need to work on the grateful bit . . . I try to avoid looking if I can. :0)
ReplyDeleteExcellent! She says after reflection.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what my mirror would say to me!
ReplyDeleteI liked this very much-that mirror is a reflection of stark reality and honesty and keeps us honest. LOL
ReplyDeleteWhen did mirrors start to seem like our enemies? In my case, it wasn't at 40 or even 50, so it must have been along about 55 or shortly thereafter that I started to understand the feelings of people who NEVER liked how they looked. Our bodies can come to seem like enemies too... I agree with your last verse. It is always--or at least nearly always--I think, better to know than to not know.
ReplyDeleteWell said. Mirrors can be good and bad.
ReplyDeleteAlways so fascinating the way our outsides do not necessarily reflect our insides… and we can learn to accept what we see never really knowing what others see.
ReplyDeleteA conversation between the generations!
ReplyDeleteSigh...honest reflection and gratitude. We struggle with the changes the mirror projects and then we accept it. Lovely poem.
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