A cross between getting old and the feeling of same old same old





Stagnation


The mirror cracked slowly
it took years of reflection,
many faces distorted
in time and place.

Looking over the shoulder
still finding change
but wanting difference,
until apathy ruled.






Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-10-01 at 16:54

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Dee Daffodil
Surely one who writes such fine poetry cannot be stagnating? Nicely done...enjoyable read about where I have found myself, upon occasion, lately.

Hugs.
Dee
2010-10-19


sana
Nice Write .. I enjoyed it ..Somewhere this stagnation is the evolution of a more beautiful you deep inside .. We are growing old every day but we are learning and improving every day there is someone inside all of us getting better and better day by day !!
2010-10-02


learnings
Smart write..
2010-10-02


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Really imaginative concept, the mirror becoming tired after so many reflections. Niece work. Enjoyed it :-)
2010-10-02


NicholasG
mood, not nood. Sorry!
2010-10-01


NicholasG
A masterpiece of bleakness, this fits this 4th rainy day in succession extremely well. You have shared the nood perfectly :-)
Nick.
2010-10-01