Did I reach middle-age missing out a couple of lines? How many more lines will I go through and reach? Is middle-age the purgatory of your life: looking back at your life without knowing the future? Or if you have one!
The above opening paragraph is Reflection 15 from Marc Latham’s 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections, mirroring the Climbing Over the Hill Folding Mirror poem that was first published on fmpoetry.wordpress.com
Regular readers will probably have guessed that it’s the greenYgrey poetry correspondent, William Wolfsworth. The reflection also works well for Marc’s latest FM poem, which was published on fmpoetry this week.
I’m delighted to say I’ve now imported it into the greenYgrey world, and here it is for your instant enjoyment.
Looking Forward and Back, Aspiring to Fall Longer
cutting down illusions
to grow delusions
catching up with heroines
once appeared advanced aliens
heroes turned real
rotating on life wheel
sitting atop clear peak, clouds roll in descending
only rock lives naturally
mountain top eternally
diving into deepest ocean
mask obscuring human emotion
sinking solace bliss
deep silent abyss