Good Christ, he said to the mirror
you certainly look your age
hair retreating to the rear
bleary eyes
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What a picture in the last two lines, , turning and lighting a single candle..still he has the courage to celebrate, , , a good write,
its really a sad poem but a very nice one it surely entered my heart
the reflection in the mirror is nothing like the light of the candle - you light your way - to Chicago, to the manuscript awaiting finishing, to carousing, making finishing manuscript all the more urgent (and stringent) fantastic thoughts on the reality of the human person - reflection or light itlsef - you are the lght, michael, you're light
That's so sad, Michael. Your poem evokes many unanswered questions and sounds like the start of a novel to me. Best Wishes, Marilyn
Wonderful poem, its flows well and holds together with good imagery. I have found you are very good with imagery and flow. I have enjoyed reading your works. thanks for sharing Michael