Mirror

Self Reflectory -- the season, closing of the year, and age have weighed heavily on me this year, it seems.

  

It shivers
at my approach,
each step toward reflection
wrinkles my arrival
distorting is to was til
yesterme falls like bits of anvals
thudding in the sink
to break and curl and disappear
sucked away
to lie on piles of yesterskin
beached upon some yestershore of me

           

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I think it may have been Red Fox who said, "Old age sure ain't for sissies" and truer words have never been uttered. Luckily, my mirror is small and doesn't reveal what an old fatso I've become. Well, nature will have its' way, but at least we ain't ded yet.

[FlatDaddy]

Yes, but why does the present now move so much faster than the past did when IT was the present? BTW, I like this picture much better than the last one; that dude looked a little scary -- and a bit like mine from that time.

[ETERNITY]

Wow! That's powerful! Underline powerful!

[FlatDaddy]

Thank you, Eternity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Another year, another few wrinkles, the mirror lives with us, and like Plath's mirror, it "is not cruel, only truthful."
My 17 year old yesterskin is long gone...No matter how hard I search, I cannot find that beach.
This is a really sharp, tight write.
Nicely done, F.D.
j.

[FlatDaddy]

Why, thank you, my friend. I appreciate this so much.