Dialogues in Mirrors The Sunday Whirl #63

Dialogues in mirrors send
an incision into her reflection
8:12 in the morning …
years beneath hostile beauty
unconquered, perfectly combed
with polished lips, a flawless act

Walking through fixed corridors
on uncomfortable legs,
no rhythm to a thin will

She embraces coldness in
quivered memory, roots of a spirit
hanging in an open window,
watching a young boy drinking morning dew
from a whisper-sweet fountain

Passionate, simple songs flourish in
humid snapshots on this day;
her skin, a missed touch
by someone standing
on the other side of her world;
uttered silence, lost gestures

Outside, a young girl shuffles her feet,
picks up the spilt roses, placing
them attentively in a vase
by the door’s entrance … and goes
in to see her mom

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52 responses to “Dialogues in Mirrors The Sunday Whirl #63

  1. An interesting take on the wordle words, which were well disguised in your capable hands. I love the whisper-sweet fountain

    Typo in last line? (into to)

  2. I like that opening line.

    Such a sad poem.

  3. nice…some really great touches in this…her skin, a missed touch….also really like the zoom out in the end on the girl and flowers then going in to her mom…

  4. I do see the sadness in this poem, but it seems to end on a positive note with the girl bringing flowers in to see her mom. I see this as her gesture to get outside of herself and to bring happiness (flowers) to someone else. I may be wrong.

  5. Love the title (your titles are always amazing!) and it makes a gorgeous opening line! Favorite lines: “Walking through fixed corridors” and “She embraces coldness in
    quivered memory” and “simple songs flourish in
    humid snapshots.” Wonderful!

  6. There are some really lovely lines in this. I love the whisper-sweet fountain and also her skin missed a touch. It does seem sad and yet, as Mary said, ends on a somewhat happier note. I could feel the humidity too.
    Lovely writing Pamela.

    • Bren, today my daughter turns 34 and I miss her so much. I wish I could be with her today, but sadly I cannot. The school year ended and I will miss the children of 3rd grade. I made some tough decisions these last two weeks. This is the result of them.

  7. This is filled with melancholy or wistfulness, Pamela. It’s a soft read, though. Your phrasing is lovely.

  8. Love the fluidity of your poetry, Pamela, how the words quietly create one image after another as they flow through a landscape you seem able to create with such ease. Beautiful as usual. Melancholy yes, but haunting none the less,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

  9. I love what you did, and where you went and took you me with you!

  10. I was often told by my mom that, ultimately, all you really have is family. I hope this young woman moves on and gets some happiness in her life. Lovely wordle use…

  11. I love that second stanza, especially “no rhythm to a thin will”. I saw this as a mother and daughter; I hope they connect and it’s not just dialogues in mirrors.

    Richard

  12. “Passionate, simple songs flourish in
    humid snapshots on this day;”

    Gorgeous writing!

  13. Amazing, Pamela… I especially like:

    She embraces coldness in
    quivered memory, roots of a spirit
    hanging in an open window,
    watching a young boy drinking morning dew
    from a whisper-sweet fountain

  14. Really enjoyed the images in this. Excellent use of the wordle words!

  15. Beautiful imagery, lovely lines. Like others, I found ‘whisper-sweet fountain’ to be a stellar image.

  16. So many good lines here . . . roots of a spirit /
    hanging in an open window . . . , her skin, a missed touch /
    by someone standing /
    on the other side of her world; . . .

    Really nice wordle result, and such a long, complete poem. You inspire me.

  17. I too thought this is fluid and lovely.

  18. Mirrors are always enchanting – One of my favorites is Alice’s of Wonderland. Also reminds me of the news where there is a loss of life unexpected in the neighborhood and there is a quite air about a make-shift memorial made to honor memories of fleeting perhaps mirrored glimpses in those lives now take…

    Thanks for your visit and kind words.

  19. Love the whole poem, beginning with the first two lines which hints at danger to me, mirrors broken can make incisions, also the incision of seeing ones reflection. Missed touch of someone standing on the other side of her world. Lots of longing, remembered cold, once young, now the flawless act of makeup…so much mystery and images in so few words.

  20. Pamela, you have woven the words seamlessly into a sad and lovely piece. I felt this phrase as all too familiar:
    Walking through fixed corridors
    on uncomfortable legs,
    no rhythm to a thin wil

  21. Great poem, to me it seems more bittersweet

  22. What a poignant and layered piece, Pamela. These lines especially touched me:
    roots of a spirit
    hanging in an open window,

  23. Beautiful. LoveloveLOVE the phrase “quivered memory.”

  24. I’m “late” making my rounds because of not posting until last night! So I’ve come late to the party, here.

    “…polished lips, a flawless act…”
    We do that so often…beautifully-captured, Pamela.

    ~Paula

  25. Crafted beautifully. Congratulations, you’re my newest Verbal Ninja.

  26. Such a lovely poem! The imagery is exquisite.

I appreciate all comments.

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