Seeingseeing December 24, 2016December 24, 2016Age, Broken, Cold, Concepts, Dream, Forest, Life, Light, Seasons, Shadow, Sky, Water, WinterOne Comment lies in the mirror not what we truly are but what we wish to be – leafless- reflections in the watery sky
Bags and wrinkled skin,
bloodshot eyes, black cratered pores.
Mirrors!…….Such liars.
Long hours, late nights.
Resolution for today…..
Avoid all mirrors.
Later, in the bar
clothing myself in dog hairs,
the glass looks half full.
“Not bad for 40,”
said the preening reflection,
“One more for the road.”