I stare at the face - my reflection. (Form: La' Tuin) A Test Your Poetry Entry |
| Retrospective I stare at the face - my reflection - and take in the map of my days, as each wrinkle and line tells a tale, part of a lifetime’s collection. In choices, I see a connection, reviewing them as I appraise my decisions by lifting time’s veil, subjecting each to inspection. Roads chosen at each intersection, paths followed that seemed so ablaze, I now see as a source of travail as love’s reduced to affection. The pain of my own introspection has me turning away my gaze. I draw in a deep breath and exhale. There is no road to perfection. I stare at the face - my reflection - and take in the map of my days, as each wrinkle and line tells a tale, part of a lifetime’s collection. Notes: An entry for the November round of "Invalid Item" Form: La' Tuin ▶︎ Line count: 20 |