He Sighed …
I’m not the man I used to be,
my mirror will agree,
Time is not the least concerned
who’s staring back at me!
She Replied …
This glass reflects your inner eye
That struggles to be free,
From all the time you could not fly
Because of old debris …
He Sighed …
That golden glow of youth has turned
several shades of gray,
Though greener pastures beckon still
I know where I must stay!
She Replied …
The golden glow of starlight still
Shines bright, for me to see,
Your soul has wings, your hands the skill
To share that inner sea!
He Sighed …
Those ruby lips and bright blue eyes
entice the soul to wait,
For your immortal blessings
this side of Heaven’s gate.
She Replied …
Kind blessings shared are yours, my friend
I thank the Lord of all …
Who made the sun and moon to shine
Before our final call.
He Sighed …
And so I’m told the road winds on,
an ever steeper climb,
To reach those clouds of silvered hope
and leave my woes behind.
She Replied …
I’ll take your hand along the path
As life expands our views,
There’s miles of scenes and new found things
On which we both can muse ...
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Author notes
Endeavor: noun: Earnest and conscientious activity intended to do or accomplish something ...
There are times when I note that a fellow poet is seeking solace and this poem became a collaboration because of that.
A contest entry
- Collaboration Contest.... by kiwigirljacks.
1225 points, ended September 8, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Yes...
I too like very much the way this poem has been carefully constructed...a very good balance with a nice story line...ah yes, mirrors! what do they reflect...I often wonder...
nice write Joy, I really enjoyed!
John
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Very nicely done! I like the way 'She' is replying to 'Him' keeping in flow with his thoughts, yet giving an uplifting take on his own more melancholy words.
Also an excellent take on that prompt!
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It was a pleasure Maam. Best of luck in the contest.
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Uplifting encouragement,
"miles of scenes.......
on which we both can muse..."
and positive means
expressed in perfect form.
A double, multi-faceted gem!
Aesthete
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No, Time isn't the least bit concerned at how I'm aging. Jerk.
I see the mirror as a portal of sorts, a way that a deceased loved one can look upon a husband? and see the essence inside even if it has been many years since she died...and that she is a guide, always there for him until he can join her. Even in death she is his apologist, as women often are for those they love. I know, that is a tad cynical.
Yeah, I took some liberties deciding all that, but I like that idea.
Ah, I just noticed it's a collaboration, cool. Well done, both of you, classic theme, classic style, intelligent approach.
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