The Mirror
By shoe
Sat, 06 Mar 2010
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These new strands of silver are a legacy
along with the concerned look around the eyes,
she must have looked like this,
-That time I woke-
trying to tease out the thorn in my hand,
and when I had that fever, her fingers
stroking back my home cut fringe.
Two memories of the touch of her,
I keep separate from the stiff embraces,
the reaching across, touching glass.
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This is beautiful, Shirley -
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
This is beautiful, Shirley - such tender and delicate images.
Just spotted a typo - 'seperate' should be 'separate' ;)
I really like this one, well done!
Magic xxx
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echoing Magic - beautiful
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
echoing Magic - beautiful and simple poem Shoe!
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I agree with the above :)
I agree with the above :) Beautiful, sincere, heart-warming.
Beeme xx
k.
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I can say no different to
I can say no different to what has already been said, yet again yoy imbue a few simple worlds with a whole heap of emotion.
David xx
P.S. if anyone asks, tell 'em the "silver streaks" are veeery expensive highlights
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Just wonderful, Shirley. It
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Just wonderful, Shirley. It has all been said;-)
T x
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I'm secretly proud of my odd
I'm secretly proud of my odd bits of grey,
although I do attempt to hide them away,
my mamas hair has darkened instead! xx K
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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Wisdom, age or stress, more
Wisdom, age or stress, more like 'experience of life' I think. :)
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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