A Mirror


“Poetry is

a mirror

which makes


that which is



― Percy Bysshe Shelley


Elfje:    (also know as a Cinquain)



fun house

jump, squat, laugh

mirror on the wall





snow capped mountain peak

sparkling crystals blinding light

wafting spring zephyrs




poetry is a form of meditation


the mind searches for a word

the word becomes the idea

at first the meaning is blurred

seeking a mental panacea


the poet holds up his mirror

he searches for the light needed to reflect

striving to make the pictures clearer

the image and the words he seeks to connect


in  his minds eye the story grows

people and places take their roles

is it going to be rhyming or will it be prose

like pilots the words work the controls


will his story continue on into infinity

always hoping for the happy ending

can he find the conclusion skillfully

only his ego knows that he was just pretending


listening to natures nocturnal music

wading through a surf warm gentle

his lyric poetry becomes therapeutic

the imagination is moved to the transcendental


is the emotional ride for the reader or the writer

when the story ends like the triumphant bullfighter



ME and the Boss









About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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