TAUNTING

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Your reflection taunts you

In shades of green and black.

Your thoughts and actions

From you and right back.

THE VELVET ROOM

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THE VELVET ROOM

I enter the room of blood-red walls.

I pass the velvet furniture

and step in front of the mirror.

The lamps on either side flicker.

The glass turns foggy

until I can’t see my face.

Mist swirls around my features

like snakes roaming a corpse.

The fireplace at my feet sparks.

Heat suffuses my body,

beginning at my feet.

The fog clears in the mirror.

The face doesn’t belong to me.

An old woman’s face.

She has my features and eyes,

but she’s wrinkled and bony.

A smile lifts the corners of her mouth.

I touch my mouth.

I’m not smiling.

An arm in the mirror

wraps around her scrawny neck.

A snap.

Her head tilts at a strange angle.

Lifeless stare past me.

A hand touches my shoulder.

I scream and run from the room.

Laughter follows me from the house.

I will never return.

by Susanne Leist

TWINKLE TWINKLE

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The stars twinkle.

The moon shines.

The waves reflect.

And so do I.

BUDS OF HOPE

BUDS OF HOPE

In midst of despair and sorrow
rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
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We are attacked by sounds in each direction,
leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
they go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
they grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need,
to recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this,
a zest for life is what I dearly miss.

REFLECTIONS

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REFLECTIONS

Reflections from above

surround me like a glove.

Hues of purple and pink

make me ponder and think.

I lift my face high

to the starry sky.

What is the reason I am here?

Why do I live my life in fear?

Questions in my mind

seek what I can’t find.

A shooting star streaks by.

“Is this my answer?” I sigh.

A bird perches near my arm.

I jump in fear and alarm.

Its black eyes stare back at me

and with a wink, it flies free.

I am alone with the night

with the moon at its full height.

My fear falls away like a cloak.

I begin to cry with a choke.

The bird has shown me a place

where I can reveal my face.

BLUE

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BLUE

It calls for me tonight.

I will close my eyes tight.

I still can see the blue.

It lights up me and you.

I open my eyes and see

what I don’t believe can be.

Mountains and water so blue,

that your face reflects it too.

ARE WE EVER ALONE?

 World of Darkness

Are we ever alone?

Do we carry with us

the spirits of the past;

the loved ones who 

have passed?

I can feel them

and sometimes see them.

Can you?

MY PLACE

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Red glows the sky.

I can see it

from way up high.

The water below

like a mirror I

can say hello.

The wind comes in.

I am chilled from

windows too thin. 

This is still my place,

I wouldn’t trade it

for any other place.

A LOST SOUL

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Island of lost souls (1932)

Am I alone?

Someone is sitting beside me.

I turn.

There’s no one there.

Only the reflection

of a lost soul.