Poem -

The Messes Of Woman

Strange habits
to keep breathing on mirrors
to stand then back, searching
the disappearing mist
as if the fine water particles and
else
might hold answers and clues
or meaning that, so far, eludes

but they never share
just the messes of woman,
duster in hand, dusty demands
left there
standing and breathing
on mirrors

M P 6/9/21

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Gwendoline

I feel from reading this that I must of breathed on many mirrors, yet still don't have the answers I wish I could find

Enjoyed this one my friend ❤

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Neville

Hauntingly beautiful and beautifully haunting ... mirrors fascinate me .. and have an awful lot to answer for .......... x

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Marion

Agreed... there is something otherworldly about mirrors...thankyou x

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