Looking in the mirror
Im a shadow of my former self
I used to be so much stronger than this
Not knowing what to do
How can I confront my fears?
Words can’t escape
Decades have proven nothing
My younger self disappearing
How to have that presence again
My reflection is disappearing
My image comes a blur
Now I realise what my mother meant
By getting old.
A contest entry
- 12 lines or less by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended January 4, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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thanks for your opinion but i dont use imagery with my poems personally think it should be all about the words.
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I would use a bit more imagery -
but you have a good foundation.
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