Welcome to the twenty-second day of our 30/30!
Your prompt today is:
What would you ask
your mirror to show you?
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In the Mirror
I would like to see gazing back
with perfect serenity the
face I don’t have and maybe
never did, except in that one
photograph sitting on my
father’s knee at some
indeterminate birthday.
Every serious photo shows
the too serious face, the
girl with the thick glasses
for whom contacts lenses
weren’t an option. Laugh lines
dragged into those dreaded
parentheses, the eyes still
searching out something
undefined, elusive. So to
go back to the mirror, the
face I want to see is simply
one of staunch integrity,
one that served and
didn’t count the cost,
one that could find a piece
of good in every shattered
soul/fragment. Chose to peer into
the reflective side instead of the dark
silvered one hiding behind the frame.
A spirit then, with bells clanging, lights on,
mirror image of the life gifted, strong.
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Dozens of glass shards,
disco ball mirrors shine,
reflecting anything/everything,
casting light on floors, ceilings, walls.
No one stares into the shards
hoping to find solitary answers
that only Galadriel’s pool might provide,
all sharing the dance of light,
the summons to joy
that only unsolicited reflection brings.
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Mirror, Mirror
Show me, mirror, where I’ve been.
Time stamp, like a digital camera,
my scrapes, aches, bruises.
Once, walking to the post office,
I saw a hunched, thin woman.
As she passed me again another day
I thought, “My soul looks like that!”
The stranger stood straighter as I
released her from mirror service.
The mirror taught Brunelleschi
perspective. Why can’t it show me
the places that have shaped me?
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