She’s there somewhere in this looking glass
half full, the girl she once was; whole, held
happy. She has lost much along the way,
entire pieces lopped off, left behind for dead
and the rest is slightly singed, fringed with
dread and needing held together with both
fragile, gentle hands. She stands before the
mirror with closed eyes, open heart, waits
for the light to hit just right, and prays for
embered hope and the grace to love what’s left.
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Photo credit: Mariya Mileva.
Prompt (and link to Mariya’s site) at We Write Poems:
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/03/08/prompt-97-a-study-in-transitions/
Oh, oh, oh…! What an excellent interpretation (extrapolation?) of these photos! Looking glass — half full &. “and the grace to love what’s left”! Lovely work, De!
Beautifully beautifully phrased. A quiet lament, in the best sense of that word. Reflective light and shadows, a comely gown of words. A graceful introspective poem, oh yes. Doubts should all be expressed so well as this. This poem too makes me glad for the prompt.
neil
Oh how I wish I could write poetry like this. It is beautiful.
Viv, I have said that exact same thing so many times, reading many different poets, including YOU. Thank you. Means a lot.
“embered hope and the grace to love what’s left.”
Such a perfect ending. The images, your words, meant to be. Beautiful.
Thank you all, so much.