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What It Is

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Lying low, reflecting

on the choices I have made;

Life is beautiful.

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The Looking Glass Of Life

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Passing over the

bridge of life, water provides

reflection of self.

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What the water sees

is the hairy, wrinkled skin

of old men Cypress

down upon their knees

looking for the youth of time

who now are bent trees.

Once

Just a reflection of what I once was,

yet I still stand tall though I lean.

Time seems to have beaten me down,

but don’t feel sorry for me;

I ran long and hard so these feet deserve a rest.

My eyes have seen more than their fair share.

I’ve witnessed wonders and miracles,

and beauty beyond words.

The pain in a lifetime only intensifies

gratitude of the goodness one is gifted.

You, too, will reach that point of slowness,

a time that simply being silent and still

and knowing yourself inside more than out

is enough in itself…it is a deep wisdom

that comes with age and experience…

it comes to those who have truly lived.

When you see me as a gnarly and holey old woman,

I ask you to look again and see that I am holy.

I tell you to never forget life is sacred…

one day you will be here reflecting

upon the shell you once were.

Mirror of Time

Shadow and reflect

Turning our world upside down

One breath at a time

A Matter Of Vision

Reflecting on life

Seeing truth for the first time

Hurts both eyes and heart

Looking Back


I trampled the rubble of memory, stone by stone
Pulled gems from earth and blew off ancient dust
And still I found nothing more I could have known

I dove into self, into blood and marrow of bone
I paddled the calm and surfed the waves of trust
I trampled the rubble of memory, stone by stone

Realizing it was my task to approach this alone
I covered every corner, touched all I felt I must
And still I found nothing more I could have known

Through time and reflection, grace has grown,
polishing and replacing pieces touched by rust
I trampled the rubble of memory, stone by stone

For every mistake and sin for which I have atoned
From the depths of soul another bit was thrust
And still I found nothing more I could have known

Layer by layer, my quilt of life has been sewn
Though not every stitch of each life seam is just
I trampled the rubble of memory, stone by stone
And still I found nothing more I could have known

***This is my first attempt at a Villanelle Poem
Villanelle:
It is nineteen lines total consisting of five triples and a final quatrain
Poem with six stanzas
The first five stanzas consist of three lines, the final of four
All a’s rhyme and all b’s rhyme with the repetition of lines A1 and A2

Formula:
A1
B
A2

a
b
A1

a
b
A2

a
b
A1

a
b
A2

a
b
A1
A2

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