Looking in mind’s mirror of cracked broken glass
I see myself as cracked and broken as well
Peering through hammered glass, I see
images and shapes through cataracts clouded
Looking out through tinted windows, I see
The world around me clearly // unglaring
“Carrying on” as usual, as it cycles on and on
As though looking in a mirror of clear glass
reflecting my image in true perspective…
Whole // an eternal soul in an aging body
Created in the image of God!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
President’s Day is on Monday. Today Frank Tassone, asked us to write a Haikai poem that talks about a president or presidents past or present. As I read Tessa’s poem today, talking about the presidents on Mount Rushmore, this thought came to mind. See what your think!
Past presidents sit
high on pedestals // seats of
stone // immortalized.
New presidents leave their mark
Scars on the landscape of man
Could their marks reflect
fractured attitudes of us…
Supporters who vote?
Presidents are a mirror…
Take a good look at yourself
Come join us at: https://frankjtassone.com/2019/02/16/haikai-challenge-73-2-16-19-presidents-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
Check out Tessa’s poem here: https://tessacandoit.com/2019/02/16/haikai-challenge-73-2-16-19-presidents-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
Picture of Lincoln Memorial: thousandwonders.net