reflection
here i stand
looking back at this stranger
the mirror hides the real me
like the silver behind the glass
young girl, the mirror lies
‘tis not the old woman i see
looking back at me
shadows cast upon my face
like wrinkles out of time
warped, beyond going back
seen only as reflection
of a time gone by
of rope swings, flying high
giggles as the wind rushes by
gasping with the fear of flying
reflections of another year
looking back at me
and if i linger long enough
before the looking glass
seeking the perfection of the past
that reflection reaches out to me
caressing this person i’ve become
dee garner
november 24, 2003
Author notes
Sometimes when we look into the mirror, we wonder ...can this be me looking back at me ? ! ....
Written November 24th, 2003
Option #1 This is my 100th poem and since I haven't entered into into a contest before and I kinda like it because it reminds me of ME, I thought I'd enter into our 100th Partners in Crime contest.
A contest entry
- 100 th GROUP CONTEST; by Dove by Partners In Crime.
900 points, ended April 12, 2008, 126 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Wow...this one amazes me....it's just a thinking we all will have at times when we look in the mirror and starting to wonder....not only about the wrinkles...but about our past lifes....
Yep...your poem was amazing to read....
Thnxs for bringing it into this 100th contest so I could read it...
XXJeannette
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Lovely
I really like this one.
Good luck in the contest.
e
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I wonder this all the time i wonder what happened to that girl i used to be when i look in the mirror Excellent poem
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I love the rhyme in this piece Granna!
Very well done!!
I did notice one mistake I think ?
All of your other I's are perfect but this one :
" here i stand " the first line....
Did you mean " Hear I stand "
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I know all to well what it's like looking in the mirror and seeing only a stranger.
This was hauntingly beautiful.
I love you Granna
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After reading all the comments I don't think there is anything left to add...it is a wonderful piece as most of yours are...Good luck sis..
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Very profound and relatable poem here Dee. There seems to be sadness at first then an exceptance at the end. Love your style Thank you for the entry and best wishes in the contest
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I know this feeling for a slightly different reason. As my sister and I were discussing last week, when we look in the mirror, we think "Goodness, is that really me? It can't be! I don't look like that, do I? I just don't feel like I should have a face!" And of course we just mean that we rarely see our faces; we're used to looking out, and never back in ( I mean physically, not metaphorically lol). The thought that I actually have a face like everyone else honestly surprises me sometimes.
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great stuff! I'm still young and got some fresh blood pumping with all the arogance of youth so I don't have this problem but I think my mother does
If you liked this poem you shoud DEFINITELY read Mirror by Sylvia Plath (http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=1414). Its one of my favourite plath poems.
hope you like it.
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Excellent again.
Dear Catz,
I am STILL finding poems of yours that I haven't yet read, although how I missed this on your Author's page is beyond me.
Maybe it was near the bottom and I got sidetracked by the ones further up? Anyway this is, for a 72 yr old, really touching and you express your emotions and your reflections SO explicitly and articulately. It would be hard to place this amongst the prolific
corpus of magnificent poems that have flowed from your pen (or fingers on keys?)but notwithstanding the daunting competition from your other works, this must be rated very highly indeed.
I enjoyed it and was moved very deeply by your thoughts.Love XXX Hugh. -
Of course, when I think back to how I looked in the past it's probably through rose tinted spectacles. But what does it really matter, I have to see my face far less than those around me. Think of my poor students, they have to stare at it all day!!
Anyways, you have written something here that I'm sure many can relate to. Take care and very best wishes, Del. -
Wow! I never really thought of that before... kinda scary eh? Lovely piece indeed though. I enjoyed it!
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very good
This was a very beautiful poem. So many memories within that are stored in my potatoe head somewhere. Could I have really been that young (and stupid)?
I have written a number of poems that relish in the inner-self as that I think should be our true guage of a person.
Well written.
thanks,
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This was an absolutely amazing piece of writing. A lot of people feel this same way I'm sure. I look in the mirror sometimes and think "NO WAY" but I guess I'll just have to accept me for who I am!
Beautifully written piece. Keep it up! *sonya*
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it's not just the mirrors that lie Dee..it's camera's too...I swear there is a little demon somewhere adding bits I KNOW weren't there before...like a double chin and scruffy hair..(funny my hair was perfect when I posed and there was no "chin")...your poem was brilliant and gave me more to reflect on than just the looking glass....great write!!...hugs...leanne xxx
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very good
This is good. Thought it was only me the mirror was sending back the wrong image. Keep up the good work. -
Beautiful words and I explained to my son who is 12 for at times he does not like what he sees~ A child growing up in a single parent household~ The father absent~ He wonders what he looks like at times~ I read him poems that he could understand and let him know he is not alone and even grown ups question themselves in the mirror~ Awesome piece~ Thank you~Big hugs
and much love~Desire
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well yeah i was looking at the online list and your name caught my attention so i just had to see what you had to offer. I clicked on the most current poem you had called "reflection" and it must be true that this is what a lot of (older?) women see when they look upon their refection.. While i'm not sure about the older part because it could be the younger women too.. "wrinkles in time", I liked that.
Then this got me reflecting on a poem i wrote a while ago about how looking into the mirror you can also see your future, and often in a teen's future they see there destiny..
All and all, mirrors are such an interesting subject to write about and no doubt you did well here.
Catz, what a cool name.
Sincerely,
Jack Hertz -
I love the positive feel of this poem. We're only as old as we feel inside. As long as we don't allow the outward changes of our bodies to eat away at our spirits, we'll always remain young.
It reminded me of a lady that use to shop at the grocery store I worked at, as a teenager. She use to joke with people; "I may look older than dirt, but I'm young at heart" And that's how I hope to be as I grow older. Thanks for sharing! -
The mirror is a deceptive tool that man has made for vainity's sake. Your wrinkles are probably beautiful, like my grandma's, and looking at your picture, you look wise, and sofisticated, to me. The memories of past times are good sometimes, they make us smile. Smile that you had love, and life, and it still ushers forth. Great poem, very thought provoking.
Thanks for reading and commentinmg on my poem about my "Christmas Birthday". That one was a hoot. Sometimes it is a drag, bit mostly wonderful. Thanks again! -
i love this poem! its so awesome, the mirror sometimes is like a back in time portal..exspecially when you notice a certain facial expression or something that you havent seen for a while and it bring backs all these memories and your like i remember that anyways enough with my babble, i enjoyed this, it flowed beautifully..thanks for sharing
Shanelle -
Hi, I really liked this poem. I am 34, and have looked in the mirror and see lines that werent there before and often wish I could take away a few years, but then at the same time, I know that I will always see something that no one else sees at all. I just know that it happens to all of us. We can still be beautiful. Anyway I loved this. Thank you for your comment on the key. Actually, the friend I wrote this about, well I will be marring him soon. LOL, When I wrote the key, we were only friends, but the best of friends, and I felt his saddness and he opened up to me. Now I am in love with my bestest friend in the whole world. Friendship is very important. Too many people take the word for granted. Like the saying goes, in a lifetime, you will be lucky to be able to count on one hand all your real true friends. And I believe that. Again, Thank You Very Much.
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Wonderful poem about the passing of time. I too look in the mirror and see my Mother these days. I love my mother...but good lord, I don't want to see her there in MY mirror!
Really lovely write..
My best to you..
Mary ann -
Thanks for commenting on my poem! I really enjoyed this poem, and am looking forward to reading more.
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Very good poem.
Dear Dee,
I love your poem. Very reflective and captures the nostalgia of us oldies in the Looking Glass. Hugh Wyles. -
No it's not us. It's our Ma. lol. Seriously, not long after Ma passed, one morning, waking up with not much sleep I sat up and feeling like crap I slowly looked in the mirror on the dresser across from me and I screamed. It was Ma's face looking back at me and I thought to myself, when the hell did this happen? Ma was an attractive woman but everyone use to say I looked like Pop and now this???!!! But ya know you're a cutie so keep looking. This is lovely Dee, gently penned and so true. I love it.
Desiree
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De.. this truck a chord with me today.. I know how you feel my friend, it's so easy to miss it, let things slide by and then suddenly realise.. we're getting older!!
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YES!
You reached right into my mind and pulled out my thoughts! Exactly what I have been pondering, yet I couldn't have written it half as well...wonderful! -
I understand tremendously. My face is changed because of an accident I survived. Not to many scars but the ones I see are not how my face once was. I still see the other me back there in that "reflection" somewhere. Excellent poem with great images.
"Save the Cake" happened many years ago. I am now 24 years past that event. My mother and I cried about it before I went away to college, she apologized, and said that she did it because I had told her I was going to get a "C" in Trig., which to her meant I could have gotten an "A" if I wanted. We laugh about it now. I have a 16 year old daughter and I made sure she had a great birthday celebration, my mom was there too. We had a ball and laughed together about my crazy, obsessive mom. Everything is well now. Thanks for your earnest concern.
Sharon Lynn
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I know EXACTLY what you mean here. Each year I feel a little more lost behind this mask that is that is appearing on my face. My eyes feel young as I look out through the holes but I'm not familiar with the external me. This duplicity, or rather mis-match, confuses me, I'm no longer sure how to dress or behave. I find myself avoiding mirrors... with some embarrassing consequences!
Excellent piece as usuasl Dee,
Kyla
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awesome write Dee!!!! and a little scary too, as I'm getting the same thoughts when I look in the mirror LOL according to the light, sometimes I can't see the wrinkles and aged eyes...or maybe I just don't want to see them. Can we change what the mirror reflects back at us??? This one sure leaves thoughts to ponder...and that's what writing is all about....superb write!!!
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Hi Dee... this poem is really great!! I liked the way you expressed the passing of time, and how we sometimes seek for something that cannot longer be, and many times that is the past!! And the idea of being the mirror the one that it reflects it was really a good idea... it puts the mirror in a position we do not often see, because we only use the mirror to see how we look, if we have dressed OK, etc. This poem gives the mirror a deeper meaning. Loved it,
Maru
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