Mirage
in looking in the mirror
what I sometimes see
is the old once new me
flashing intermittently
in the glint and sparkle
of fond memory
so vivid
that when I see
my reflection
the new now old me
is blurred
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Author's Note
Previously published by Poems-For-All - 24th street irregular press - small poems in small booklets half the size of a business card - scattered around town -- on buses, trains, cabs, in restrooms, bars, left along with the tip; stuffed into a stranger's back pocket, wherever...
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That's a great project. Enjoyed this piece -
"what I sometimes see
is the old once new me"
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Splendid intermittent flash! *
Thank you Sam,
Richard Hansen, publisher of Poems-For-All is a mountain of a man with a poetic soul. His enormous collection of poems (all numbered), are scattered everywhere, like seeds. I am honored to have 3 booklets published. I always carry a few of my tiny booklets and others in my purse to scatter in my travels. In tribute to Richard's project, I have been publishing napkin poems each April on RPJ. At some point the collection of poems will be placed in an anthology titled "Napkin Poems."
Thank you Beate,
I have been reading some of your work and rapidly becoming an admirer.
Like the poem and the idea behind it.
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Like the project also--poems as seeds! Reminds me of Brautigan's "Please Plant This Book."
http://www.pleaseplantthisbook.com/
Touching poem on many levels. Like this a lot.
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Thank you Bill and Susan.
Sigh. Wish that happened to me more often. The new now old me is always crystal clear. *
Jack,
I'm afraid the child within me lives too closely to the surface,and I suppose projects what her mind's eye wishes to see rather than the reality of life's bends and wrinkles. ;-)