Bright eyes beamed back in the mirror,
A pink smile bloomed in anticipation,
Betraying only the faintest of quivers
Of the lurking shadows in the reflection.
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The past demons raised their fiery heads,
A franctic war ensued to douse the flames,
The smoking memories prickled the eyes
As a reminder of the ugliness to be tamed.
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Anguished tremors took over reality,
A feeling that threatened to smother,
But the shivers will stop; you aren’t alone
With your one hand clasping the other.
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A spark at the end of the long tunnel
Will light the way for a second innings,
The embers still flicker with past fires
But now, only to ignite new beginnings.
At dVerse, Mary has introduced the lovely ‘phoetry’ of Totomai Martinez where we are using his photography as an inspiration for our poems. The curve of her smile and the intense look of her eyes has guided my words.
An Armchair Perfectionist 