Friday, December 12, 2008


Mirrors have many faces

Actors in front of the lens

Quick flash embraces
While talking with friends

Peek before bowing down

A come-hither gaze

Turn in a white gown

Ignoring obvious clich├ęs

Parentheses hold a smile

Or sagging of the skin

It doesn’t matter the style

Only why or where you’ve been

Let the best shine for all to see

Looking at your reflection

Remember it will be a decree
So keep that beautiful expression


  1. Much reflecting goes on this time of year, some happy, some poignant. It's all a part of our expression, isn't it?

  2. Nice, Joanne, I actually didn't think about that when I wrote the poem. It was my mirror that made me think about the many faces its seen and the small flashes of memories. Thanks for stopping by.

  3. Oh, this is a beautiful reflection. And what a cheery mantel!

  4. Hey Rachel, I hope you're warm and comfortable in Michigan now. Thanks for the poem compliment and that's my mantel. YAY!

    Happy Holidays!

  5. Lovely, pic, Bea.

  6. This reflection of yours is the peace within all of us, when we are tranquille within our natural form. I feel your poem, as I am sure many others do without thinking. :) P.S-I am happy to have found my way back to a part of you on the Internet again.

  7. Ana, it's nice to hear that you felt my poem. I am also deeply touched by your P.S. comment. I'm glad you're with us. :D