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 |   Book of poems written for the second and third years of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| It’s Me Again Mirrors serve only to reveal the extent of my self-deception, as this wrinkled brow, these sunken cheeks, my falling jowls and tired skin, speak pure eloquence of the passing years, age gathering, prepared to pounce upon my dreaming image, formed so long ago when time withheld its verdict on my careless youth, choosing immortality in the face of reasonable opinion and debate, a stay of sentence indefinite, midst the harbingers of death. The smoke of memory clears, eyesight once myopic sharpens to present my presence, a crazed mosaic of all those agèd faces I knew when I was young, considering them a race apart, creatures old forever, an alien breed unconnected with my innocent self. And now reflection speaks the truth, that I am one of these and always was. It’s a welcome home of sorts. Line count: 30 Free verse For Promptly Poetry, Week 11 2021 Prompt: Compose a poem using all three of these words: smoke, mirrors, deception. |
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