Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poem-a-day - April 20

Today's prompt: Write about "looking back"
My Rearview Mirror
I like my rearview mirror,
I keep wanting confirmation
that what is behind me
is still there.
It gives that receding
view of history.
You see only
the reflection of things.
But, there is always
that warning;
"objects are closer
than they appear"
Everything is closer
than it appears;
our death,
the deadline we agreed to,
Monday morning,
as well as the car
behind us.
You can't trust
the reflection of the past.
The rearview
is always an approximation.


Anonymous Business News said...

This is really a heart breaking poem.

8:31 AM  

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