it's that time of year again

April is Napo month, I didn't plan to do it but I guess it has become habitual...

"tis April, so I must write poetry.



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My words shatter like broken mirrors
scatter glittering far brighter than diamonds,
cutting with indiscretion and therefore
fearfully discarded,
or scavenged perhaps by one who sees my value
and has the fortitude to handle with care.

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even in shards
A mirror does not lie,
or teach.
Reflecting what stands before it,
It cannot see what it is not shown.
or show what it has not seen.

we see
only what we ourselves have brought before it

we focus on what we value,
receive what we seek, or disappointment

but somewhere

behind those pealing flakes of silver-black backing maybe,
or in the midst of that clear glass which once gave it shape

maybe in the spaces
where shards are forever lost

somewhere

meaning is lost or added,
the spirit found or confounded.
all I can do is go on trying
reaching out
again and again the best I can.

***** ****
may my reflection touch you
In joy or wisdom
eventually
or only in empathy
and my shattered shards not
lie in your path if you walk barefoot
seeking to feel the ground.

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I have no real commitment to keep it up every day, but I have been wanting to write poetry lately, and have not found the time or order to feed that desire, so there's a chance I'll take this excuse and go with it..