What an interesting opening. The mirror shivers upon your approach. I like this.

Thank you, Fia. And Happy Holidays!

Some days I glance at the mirror and can’t figure out who the stranger is. Like the mirror has ripples. But it’s no funhouse. I felt this one

Mirrors don’t lie! It’s the cold hard truth when it comes to appearances.
I enjoyed the piles of yesterskin!

Merry Christmas!

Okay. I didn’t know the mechanics of it, but now I do. My ex wife couldn’t walk past a mirror without stopping to admire herself, but she might run past them now, what with all that yesterskin pilled up. You’re hittin’ on all eight, old man.

Superb piece of Xmas cheer that makes the reader thirsty for more. A clever write that brings images I would love to see in an old Twilight Zone or Night Gallery episode. Your work is always exceptional.

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent Xmas write my friend. I pictured the Santa as Billy Bob Thornton. Too much Bad Santa I guess. Appreciate you.

Damian

There’s a quality to your pieces that feels very much like a storyteller who shares bits of life as he passes. You take us there, without frills, and deposit us in the scene. Always a treasure to read your words

Thank you, so much.

This feels like the opening of a horror poem. Nicely done

powerful poem dearest James ❤️

Thanks for reading
Regards James

Dear K,

For me, I appreciated the sense of loss in such brevity. Those quiet whispers in nature say so much if only I could understand the language. Terrific write. H🌷

Thanks for reading.
There is a magic on the wind through trees and waves and grass
regards
james

The last stanza is brilliant. Love it and the poem. Great work!

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Preach my brother, preach! You nailed this out of the park. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Awesome.
Indeed, it’s that little angel/demon upon our shoulder, compelling us to write something, anything, to relieve the pressure of wanting to say something to the void. Life?Love?Pain?Loss? All of it.
Your write is terrific. I think we all write “for ourselves”. yet to have someone acknowledge our words does mean a lot. It makes us feel like it does matter, after all.

Excellent ink & Not a single drop wasted .. Neville 😎👍

Thank you, my friend.

Yep. That’s just the way it is. We create because that’s how we deal with the world.

That last stanza…is everything. It’s never about accolades. It’s because we must. Damn…

So true.