December has gone, long ago, and I am alone once more because you have turned…
She looks into the mirror – a poem
She bends
to see what rubbed her bare foot
and picks the petal of that broken rose.
She walks
close to that mirror
and observes her ‘another’ self.
She blushes
as touches her lips, cheeks and nose.
She looks into her eyes and faces ‘her’.
She smiles
as she blows that petal away
and mutters some secret mantra.
She showed
the mirror to a mirror today and was happy as ever!
I enjoyed the gentle approach to a very private moment and I love the surreal ending
Thanks, Ted!
I appreciate your time and your thoughts!
Alok