Mirror, Mirror...
By luigi_pagano
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The weather, unseasonal,
is balmy and soothing;
not a cloud in the sky
to spoil her enjoyment
of the remnants of October.
It is now sundown
and the light is fading
but not enough to hide
the vanishing looks
that the mirror reveals.
She peels off the false lashes,
wipes the rouge from her lips
while her mind still clings
to the memories of youth.
She ruefully realises
there will be fewer times
to relive the passion
she’s experienced till now.
Though her head still clamours
for one more fling
the body bows to the end
of her Indian summer.
© Luigi Pagano 2015
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This is beautiful, Luigi. The
This is beautiful, Luigi. The dregs of the season still hold glamour and light and so does she despite the tinges of sadness. It's all closing in but without a touch of self-indulgence.
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What a beautiful and wistful
What a beautiful and wistful poem, Luigi. I love it.
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So lightly done, on the cusp,
So lightly done, on the cusp, beaultiful with a melancholic base not. A beauty.
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An interesting thought from
An interesting thought from the IP, Luigi. Rhiannon
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It works, too, Luigi, because
It works, too, Luigi, because here, you draw an emotional response more than just an intellectual one. The imagery you have used is striking and memorable, and the blending of subjects moving. It's a beautiful poem, and shows yet, a wider range to your great writing skill and poetic talents.
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I love the gentle tone and
I love the gentle tone and lightness of writing and recognise the mirrored truth. But I think there'll be plenty more flings, false eyelashes or not. Call me an optimist.
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