Aged Mirrors (92) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (92)

Rating: 5.0


The table of our years.
We drink the lonely rain-drops.
Little by little
They become part of what we are.


Among days
Like waves of happiness, unhappiness,
Evening come: calm water.
The repose of feelings.


The frail body of dusk.
Yet, inside it
The power of endurance:
Our little victories.




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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 23 February 2022

A Mesmerising poem of great depth. Top marks.

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