A Mirror Not Of Glass

 

Tumbling, windswept leaves fall to the ground
Hoping to appear graceful
Wondering will they get a decent burial
Scurrying squirrels store up for the winter
I hear some forget and steal
Gone now are the geese and the hummingbird
Their absence heard
Faces on the jack-o-lanterns distorted, aged flesh
Such a short-lived flame
Morning dew yields to frosty windshields
This aging mirror
Perhaps a metaphor of us all?
Perhaps a bit like Dorian Gray?

Today at dVerse we are writing metaphors. I love metaphors until I have to think of them. They are not easy. So I hope I passed. Enjoy it anyways and I will keep practicing.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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20 Responses to A Mirror Not Of Glass

  1. V.J. Knutson says:

    I enjoy metaphors until I have to use them too, Mary. Well put. Your description is wonderful. I particularly like how absence is heard.

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  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    They are beautiful, but it is hard appear graceful as those leaves fall.

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  3. SMiLes
    Now For
    Tumble
    Weeds
    That
    Dance
    Find Who
    Within Of Youth..;)

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  4. Gina says:

    your first two lines are the most symbolic to me, as we age we hope to appear graceful too i think and the rest of the poem is just so exquisitely written, every two lines a fore bearer of its pair.

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  5. Silence of the ages written deep here

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  6. I like the way you turn what could be a simple description into a metaphor with the last three lines.

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    • The individual lines I found to be excruciatingly hard. And I knew it shouldn’t be, so I just ‘metaphored’ it as a whole! I think it works! Thank you!

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      • Lona Gynt says:

        They were hard because they were well crafted. Such exquisite sound and gentle rhyme to this poem. I love the soft assonances (graceful, burial, steal) framed by the lovely clickety differently rhymes pairs (hummingbird/heard and dew yields/windshields). This is really cool! I love how we are reflected in nature, a leaf wanting to fall gracefully, a kleptomaniac squirrel, a briefly animated rotting mortal squash face. Somewhere hidden in a closet, like the portrait- or in the plain sheaves of Autumn, we are revealed. This is great Mary! 🍁 🍂🎃

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  7. rothpoetry says:

    I love the aging pumpkins with short lived flames! Very nice!

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  8. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Heck, we have a President with an orange face and straw for hair. Too bad we can’t toss him out with the rotten pumpkins.

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  9. lynn__ says:

    You remind us how we’re all “passing” 😉 I especially like your distorted jack-o-lantern faces metaphor, Mary.

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  10. Aging is a lot like autumn, and I love how you tie it up with Dorian Gray in the end.

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  11. A timeless classic! Thank you!

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  12. Seems some people join the jack-o-lanterns in their distorted point of view. A perfect autumn poem!

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