The MirrorI stood in front of the mirror and lifted my arm,The Mirror7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching my reflection do the same.
Lightly, I touched my hand to my reflection's,
anticipating the cold glass,
but feeling my reflection's hand warm against mine.
Pressing a little harder, the palm of my hand burned
like an orange fire that seared and soothed
in equal measure.
As I pushed, my hand plunged into the mirror,
my flesh tingling in arm's circumference,
smouldering blue against my reflection's
as we disappeared into each other.
And I never felt so alive.
The ShoreI stand at the beach, watching the waves rolling onto the sand, for the longest time. The water sweeps in, rests for a moment in a graceful curve, lustrous with reflected light, and glides back out again, crashing and tumbling against the next wave. The sand shines briefly, drinking the salt water into its pores, and then fades in readiness to receive the next wave. Over... and over... and over...The Shore7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I drop down onto my hands and knees at the water's edge, letting the waves break and swirl around my wrists and knees. I scoop up a handful of glistening wet sand, and watch the water and sand slip through my open fingers, falling to melt back into the quenched sand beneath me. And I am speechless, for it needs no words.