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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7 Responses to Image

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Photo credit: Mariya Mileva.
    Prompt (and link to Mariya’s site) at We Write Poems:

  2. 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!

  3. neil reid says:

    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.


  4. vivinfrance says:

    Oh how I wish I could write poetry like this. It is beautiful.

  5. “embered hope and the grace to love what’s left.”

    Such a perfect ending. The images, your words, meant to be. Beautiful.

  6. whimsygizmo says:

    Thank you all, so much.

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