honey-dewed sighs

 

honey, do you love me?

why don’t you say it louder

with your warm, strong hands

holding me closer until i melt

into your steady, beating chest

where i find the safest nest

within your steady heart  best

so hold me closer until i melt

into your strong, warm hands

why not say it louder–

honey, you do love me!

 

 


A mirror poem for Frank’s reverse poetry prompt at dVerse Poets

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Sammi Cox at Author Aspiring hosts ten-word challenge on theme of symmetry.

 

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Symmetry

creates

balanced beauty

of mirror images

determined by

Designer

reflections from lumaha’i

Joining dVerse Poets for a mirrored reflection “through the looking glass.”

 

 

flowing

through hours’ glass

abrasive sands of time

etching faces

scratching hearts

collecting bits of

life memories

crushed on reefs

hurtled on beaches

worn down

accepting

movement of tide

high and low surf

swelling tears

foaming doubts

leaving behind

glassy mirror

washed shores

smoothed surf

shine on

 

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photo by lynn

mirror image

 

view own reflection

from myopic perspective

seek wisdom beyond

look in mirror of God’s word

abundant vision for life

(James 1:22-25)


Join Elsie’s Ramblings  for tanka challenge using words: reflections & vision.

“self-portrait”

Artwork, Mosaic of Life, by Cheryl Kellar:  http://cherylkellar.com/about

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how does an artist look at oneself objectively?  Picasso’s inscrutable,

Van Gogh looks disturbed, Rembrandt is thoughtful, Durer has angel hair.

we can technically enhance “selfies” to make us seem better than we are

but doesn’t alter fact that we’re naturally selfish and overly self-conscious.

do we recognize that we’re meant to be a masterpiece?  yes, created

in 3-dimensional form of body, mind, spirit…breathing, animated flesh

a living sculpture shaped by a loving Master, in his very image…yet,

afraid of his reflection, we paint over our mirror with dull, ugly colors.

i am thankful He found me – reclaimed, reframed to display in his gallery.

beauty himself pays highest bid, saves from auction and re-creates art!

 

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Prompt by Brian at d’Verse, missed “linkie” by 5 minutes!

Check out their poets’ pub (see sidebar).