Poetry Week

Hi Dear Bloggers,

I'm deeming this poetry week even though the week is almost over. I plan to post one of my fave poems each day for the rest of the week. Today's Poem is Mirror by Sylvia Plath:

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
it is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me and old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

"In me she has drowned a young girl." This to me, is the most profound line in the poem. It is difficult for any woman who is growing older to look into the mirror, and over time, essentially see a stranger looking back at her. Each morning I notice a new blemish, wrinkle, gray hair, etc, while overlooking the positive attributes. To all women out there, the next time you look into the mirror, rather than pointing out your flaws, instead embrace your beauty.:)

Signing off,