promises
i have seven mirrors in my house and they all
tell the same story
but none of them is true
i drink tea and water and wine
and then you remember
we have not eaten
hunger fills the dark with daydreams
and i open a window so we can listen
to the emptiness of fortitude
you turn your back to me and
shift position to look
for a moon that has not risen
hours later you are asleep and i see her
reflection in the looking glass of silence
but i don’t wake you
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April 2nd, 2013 at 8:16 am
I love everything about this, the image, the words. Powerful and gripping.
April 2nd, 2013 at 8:34 am
This is a silent film; graceful, classic, vivid.
April 2nd, 2013 at 9:06 am
you pull me in so many directions … in the most amazing way … thank you, mrs. m … xxoo
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April 2nd, 2013 at 9:19 am
kelly. i just have no words. i read this like michael said, as a silent film. you don’t need a camera.
April 2nd, 2013 at 9:40 am
smiles…mirrors reflect more our inner thoughts than actual images…love the rhythm in this…all the -en sounds add a nice beat to it…really nice piece kelly
April 2nd, 2013 at 10:11 am
I started keeping the moon to myself years ago. Love the atmosphere of the piece. The almost sadness, with just enough held back to make me wonder if its not my own heart projecting. Loved it.
April 2nd, 2013 at 10:48 am
So vivid. Sad and yet there’s still a pearl of hope in there.
April 2nd, 2013 at 12:02 pm
“i have seven mirrors in my house and they all
tell the same story
but none of them is true”
This is an excellent start to an excellent poem. I like the idea of the shifting persona. Well done.
April 2nd, 2013 at 1:04 pm
Oh my…love this. The capture is soooo intriguing! I could look at that for hours!
April 2nd, 2013 at 1:54 pm
hunger fills the dark with daydreams…i just love all the images and mood in this kelly
April 2nd, 2013 at 2:49 pm
I love the first three lines. I could stop there forever.
April 2nd, 2013 at 3:30 pm
I love the opening! The tone and imagery is wonderful!
April 2nd, 2013 at 3:34 pm
Wow! I especially love “hunger fills the dark with daydreams” and the “looking glass of silence”
April 2nd, 2013 at 3:38 pm
Wonderfully mystique!
April 2nd, 2013 at 3:45 pm
Two conversations of two unnecessarily lonely folks.
[or that is what I hear] Nicely done
April 2nd, 2013 at 3:55 pm
the physicality here is so image-dense. the mirrors, daydreams, and especially the hunger. wonderful poetry.
April 2nd, 2013 at 3:58 pm
I enjoyed how you told a story with this poem, the story of two people in silence. Love “hunger fills the dark with daydreams and I open a window so we can listen” and I picture the two listening to what they are not able to speak.
April 2nd, 2013 at 4:04 pm
It’s almost like you’re in two different places. One wants to reach out to the other but can’t. Pretty strong imagery.
April 2nd, 2013 at 4:46 pm
I love it, and I don’t know what to say. There is so much in these seemingly ordinary words.
April 2nd, 2013 at 4:57 pm
The moon, the mystery, the mood…all together in this makes beautiful poetry.
April 2nd, 2013 at 6:13 pm
so beautiful the way this weaves in and out like the hide and seek of memories guarded somewhere deep inside.
April 2nd, 2013 at 6:23 pm
Whoah!
April 2nd, 2013 at 6:59 pm
A very nice write reflections in the mirror create perceptions.
April 2nd, 2013 at 7:54 pm
when someone turns their back to us, we hunger for their attention
where is the food when mother is not?
April 2nd, 2013 at 8:23 pm
Great imagery, Kelly. I love it!
April 2nd, 2013 at 8:53 pm
I specially like the opening lines ~ The ending though was an unexpected twist ~ Beautiful ~
April 2nd, 2013 at 11:11 pm
perfect
both word and image
haunting and very real at the same time
April 2nd, 2013 at 11:16 pm
you had me in the first three lines. great words mrs. m.
in fondest. tilda
April 2nd, 2013 at 11:45 pm
i also imagined, or rendered a silent movie shape as i read and translated the words into mindfilm; somwhere between great expectations and something Bergmanesque . . . mirror, mirror on the wall . . . i ask every day and every day it’s fibs reflect my mood . . .
April 3rd, 2013 at 12:22 am
“i have seven mirrors in my house and they all
tell the same story” doesn’t stop us from trying them all! 🙂
April 3rd, 2013 at 12:30 am
Incredible writing!
April 3rd, 2013 at 3:09 am
hmmm ..what is really true? Nice one!
April 3rd, 2013 at 3:57 am
Captured me with the opening lines and never let me go. Super writing, Kelly
April 3rd, 2013 at 8:57 am
I have to agree that this is very much like a silent film. Love the mirrors.
April 3rd, 2013 at 4:00 pm
Lovely imagery in its simplicity. Loved it.
April 3rd, 2013 at 7:41 pm
Hungry and all you can open is a window?!? Perhaps I was not meant to laugh there, but I did. The moon that has not risen made me want to send for pizza, but maybe I was just hungry myself when I read this one.
Why are the seven mirrors not broken — like the promises?
April 4th, 2013 at 10:48 pm
This has a grace and softness to it that is greatly satisfying. I wanted to say again how much I love your photography. It speaks to me in a language like butterfly kisses.
April 4th, 2013 at 11:36 pm
powerful. intense. yet soft.truly wonderful. I kept reading it over and over. So much hidden thoughts. Thank you for sharing
April 7th, 2013 at 4:29 pm
I like the mirrors reflecting and later the moon in the glass. I really entered into the poem, and could really relate it to my life. Thanks.