Lined Distortion

Posted on June 10, 2012 | 6 Comments

Who is that man in the mirror?
Is he the one I used to know?
The boy with brown curly hair and
Faded freckles. There’s the hazel eyes.

Is that all that can be seen now?
How ironic is that; green eyes?
The nose was broken then and now.
Now the faded memories come forth.

The pictures are long gone now.
I can only piece the puzzle and
The man in the mirror forgot.
Not remembering what was then.

© 2012 Michael Yost 06/10

This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 responses to “Lined Distortion”

  1. Jamie Dedes | June 12, 2012 at 11:51 PM | Reply

    The woman in my mirror is my mom. !! LOL!

    Have missed visiting here.

    Like

  2. becca givens | June 24, 2012 at 7:24 PM | Reply

    Oh, I am not seeing my mom in the mirror — YET … but more and more I do see my grandmother in my mom!! I’m keeping my mirror!! 😀

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

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

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google 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 )

Cancel

Connecting to %s