My Mirror

Faces Only Please

My Mirror

Only shows the face; never the hips!
The wide eyes, never the Howdy Doody Lines around the lips;
They drag me down, make me look old and cranky,
Crank shaft caught, locked up, no bearings, only slips.

The wide eyes; never the Howdy Doody Lines around the lips;
Or rooster’s neck, or moles and freckles’ flaws;
Manicures, not wrinkled hands with claws!

They drag me down, make me look old and cranky,
Grouchy, dulled, discarded, dank-y;
Dismal, drifting, bony, blank-y.

Crank shaft caught, locked up, no bearings, only slips:
Gears go slow: from fourth to first… and stall
From showroom… to lot… to used… to junk…that’s all.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Catherine Johnson
    Jan 20, 2013 @ 14:55:22

    There is nothing junky about you or your poem, Jeanne. Love this!!!

    Reply

  2. JMPoland21van
    Jan 20, 2013 @ 19:33:09

    In other words, the pen is mightier than the mirror!
    Jeanne

    Reply

  3. poetryaboutart
    Jan 21, 2013 @ 09:04:26

    This poem is very artful, even though it does not describe you at all. Your face is a delight.

    Reply

  4. JMPoland21van
    Jan 21, 2013 @ 10:38:55

    AWH! GOSH!
    You sisters know how mirrors turn us inside out!
    Jeanne

    Reply

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