Mirror blues

Picasso Girl in a mirror

(Picasso 1932 Girl before mirror )

To listen to poem  click here 

This mirror’s looking

back at me


it shows me lines

a fine debris


& all that I’ve become

dissolving in the dawn


is waiting, waiting,

waiting for renewal.


The garden knows my

name, I smell its scent


I breathe the warmth

of living earth & know


that deep beneath the

crusted crest of winter


lies a world that’s waiting

waiting waiting, to renew us.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.