Looking in the Mirror

girl in a mirror

Frederick Carl Frieseke,
Femme qui se Mire

Early in the morning, and she’s already been up for half an hour, writing. Her eyes show it: glazed light blue icing, or are they dazed? Slightly bloodshot, with puffy fleshy bags underneath her lower lids.

She remembers when the bags underneath her eyes, rare and only after long bouts of studying or handling petulant babies, were smooth. But now, lines are etched at the bottom of the puffiness. They won’t be as visible after she washes her face with cold water and walks briskly in the fall air, but still, they’re always there now. Continue reading

A Face in Time

A pool of thought

stares back at the past in the

shining shimmer of glass.

A mirror of moments reflects that

time exists – physical time –

etching crow’s feet, wrinkles in time.

 

This face is nothing like the one

from 30 years ago – it’s wise now,

sad yet beautifully joyful, delivering

a message of hope – time

wears away the pretty, but adds

the love –

so

much

love.