Talking to a Mirror and More Poems….

Talking to a Mirror

I can see what you see.

I see my mother when I see me

Oh mirror!,

My dear friendly mirror!

I’m in denial.


I saw the leaves of time

as they passed by

gently caressing my face.


It seemed as if

with each small kiss,

of every hour,

of every year,

of every day

time would come in

and paint fading fine lines

right over our unaware faces.


Almost like a mask,

that we unwillingly

have placed over it.

A facade!

( A lie?)

A new ME!

A new YOU!

A new US!

A new wiser being!

Yet, we are still the same.

We are! We are!

Nothing and,


everything has changed.


It’s called “middle age”

And I see you,

when I see me

my sweet old cruel honest friend,

Oh mirror!,

My dear friendly mirror!

smiling, laughing, crying,

and staring back at me,

like a scene from Snow White

or worst Breakfast at Tiffany…


Aging beautifully, but aging,

I see my mother

staring at me through the glass,

even my dad I see,

and all of us in my family,

who’ve reached now 20’s, 30’s, 40’s,

even 50’s, and even much much older

all of us lumped together like an old sienna photo

crammed up inside that mirror

smiling or sad,

but simply staring back…


Our parents, our children,

our friends, ourselves,

everyone that has at once magically

grown up and aged

are there inside the same mirror of time,

walking around in this timeline.


I see all of us in that same mirror,

in that same boat

in the same windows of time

that is all suspended inside

a  magical mirror…


Yes. We have all met before

this cruel knife

called Time;

It has cut more than stipes

over our skins,

it has cut off friendship,


and old familiar strings,

even the air I breath…


Time comes and go

is never here to stay.

But there’s no need nor reason to fret

as aging is something

of a gift to embrace…


This surgical knife of time

is molding us

into molded figures of earth like clay

with a permanent smile

or a frown on our faces,

much like carved pumpkins

in Hallowing Town.


But there’s no need to pain,

it’s just all a part of life, just a game

of growing old.


Yet we may grow bold,

and wise

even witty and naughty sometimes.

That’s life.

Set la Vie!

There’s still

so much ahead.


So much we can offer to life

and do for each other,

for the community, and other,

for our loved ones, lets say

So I’ve promised myself

never to forget

that age is only a stage.

One more step…

There’s so much I have to give,

so much to want, to miss,

to need and to receive.


So many great reasons to fight,

to live!

So please

be happy and be glad

to exist,

to have lived

and have experienced

a very a joyful life.


I am! Oh mirror!,

My dear friendly mirror!

Gate keeper of many secrets.

My beautiful confidant!


With each gentle kiss

we give to our children

and our loved one

when they are resting at night in bed,

when they go out, and on each birthday,

with every kiss and every moment

that passes by,

just like when your kiss your lover’s lips,

your husband, your wife

or hug your mother and your dad

time is relentless

passing us by.


A brush of wind

rushing outise

our windows

flowing through our body

like a deadly quiet poison

and onto the old canals

below the streets.

Time is a creep.


Oh mirror!, My dear friendly mirror!

It’s like a stalker, a stake out!

Time watches you,

follows you,

and then jumps you!


It grabs you,

then seduce you without consent

it holds you hard

takes you by surprise.

It messes up your hair,

make ruffles your body,

stain your clothes,

tears you up to pieces…


It toys with you and then

shrinks the waist of your pants

and your too if you let him.

That assessment lover,

that evil time!


And later, one by one,

Oh mirror!, My dear friendly mirror!,

invisible lines

like magic roots and vines

will grow and crawl all over you.

But no need to cry.


_Time is like “thorns” and roses,

or fancy orchids

and dry wine

or like the gentle sweet lilies,

growing and blooming

in the soft plush garden

that I’ve become_

And sadly I

found out my orchids

don’t enjoy the sun.

Not much.


And they might even have

a not so uniform shape.


Yet much like a bouquet

of red roses or violets

they look more striking with each day,

as I do to you, as you do to me…


So you see?

Oh, mirror!, Dear friend!

Things can be different and good at the same…

So lets not stop smiling.

Let the light

of all your great amazing years of life,

Let the conquered fears,

the experiences,

and all the memories you have,

being drawn into your deep eyes

and draw deeper your remarkable smile.


Let the frame of naïveté

and joyful youth

take a better shape of a new old you!

Self-assured, beautiful, and smart.


_You’ve become the Star of the Ball.

So laugh out loud.

Do it. Do it now!

Time is relevant.

Time is only time.

Keep that amazing light you have inside

shine clear through your now saddened eyes.


Time is time; we still exist,

we still have a long life…


By Evelyn R.L.


Hello World! by E.R.L.


This is my story;

I am an Amateur Photographer, and Artist and an Author. Yes. I’m a Published Author. My books are in search by my name. But besides that I’m mainly a Blogger, since I can remember, and a jack of all traits. I do Sales Consulting, Collections, Marketing, even Management. But my life is in the letters and the photography. That and journalism, any journalism attracts me a lot. I used to dream of being a Traveling Writer so I could circle the world and write about it, plus write my little poems and stories from exotic and amazing incredible places. But as it is it all stayed in dreams. I have circled the world through my friends and families, maybe I should interview them and beg them to live precariously through their stories and images. Maybe I get my story then. I just love writing, it fills up certain void in my life. It brings me joy.

As a young girl I knew I was an Artist and a Writer. Even by elementary school, I would read tons of books and then write my own ending or my sequels of them. I would not show anyone feeling totally embarrassed and thinking it was something wrong, like plagiarizing or just reading something that wasn’t age appropriate. In school my poems and creative drawings adorned the teacher’s classrooms, and the Principal Hernandez’s (RIP), office. Since I was a very young gifted & hyper child who loved to write and paint, he would encourage me to paint, write, or read to stay out of trouble. He made me promised him to one day become a teacher or a lawyer. I said how bout a writer? He said, “Writer is good, but they don’t make money. You should be a lawyer if you don’t want to be a teacher. But study hard cause to be a lawyer you need to read a lot, and big book.”  That killed it for me. I never liked reading big books. So secretively I settled for Writer. He never knew. The last time he saw me, I had enrolled college as Elementary Teacher, but then changed my major to Computer and Business. He would probably like that too. See, I never met my father, so indirectly he was the father figure I needed.

I can’t say that I turned out to be a great Writer. But I’m happy with what I write and having the world wide web, the social networks, sites like wordpress, where I can share my passion for writing with others that shares the same joy, passion, and love for what they do. I really cherish all of my stories, my poems, drawings, and writings with all my heart.

My stories, poetry, blogs, and my arts and photographs, they mean a great deal to me. So I decided to share my creative work with the world, with the only hope that with you opinions and comments I get to learn more of this tasks and improve myself and my writings everyday. I only wish that I don’t get bullied, mocked, criticized, or called Autistic for my love for the letters and the Arts in general and to be able to morph into a great butterfly coming out of my cocoon with better brighter colors and lots of great artistic works to share with all.

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A self published Author of “Poems From A Gypsy Soul”, a poetry book.
The 2nd Ed. is “Poems from a Gypsy Soul; Healing Time. You can find them in, and Kindle.

….Aside from poetry I am writing few short stories and novels, such as Clair is Not At Home, and Believing in Love at First Sight. There are few recent short stories that I am also working on such The Women By the Sea and The Not So Quiet Woman.

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