Mirror pool

For the dverse prompt. The theme is mirrors.

 

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Pool that mirrors the sky,

the passing clouds,

wrinkled by those who come to drink,

bird-splashed and rain-showered,

show me the face that others see,

the grey behind my head,

the gusts of wrinkles passing,

and the eyes that smile

at the yellow kingcups bowing.

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Over the edge of eternity

A triolet

Painting ©Gerhard Rießbeck

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Over the edge of eternity, the silver river flows,

Into the pool at the world’s end, where golden fishes leap.

I set a barque of birch wood sailing, the petals of a rose.

Over the edge of eternity, the silver river flows

Bearing dreams and driftwood to a place where no one goes,

For our little lives are rounded and bounded by a sleep.

Over the edge of eternity, the silver river flows,

Into the pool at the world’s end, where golden fishes leap.

 

These days of sorrow

Photo ©Mirjam Ool

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These days of sorrow,
Followed all by nights of bleak regret,
And the drip drip drip of salt tears,
Wear away the stone of my heart,
Until all I have left is a smooth pebble
To toss into a pool.
Deep down in the cool green water,
To sleep, forget,
The sorrow and regret,
Where the silent carp glide among the weed,
And the glint of gold in the shadows
Is a dragon’s hoard.
There let me lie,
Where there is no night, no day,
No stars above my head,
To crush me with the weight of memory,
Only the silent carp,
To guard the smooth pebble of my heart.