Reflections I See by leanndra

Writers • Atmosphere/Mood • posted on Dec 03, 2005

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Reflections I See I wonder as I sit and think What I could write with pen and ink I could write of days of old, Of gallant men, brave and bold While looking out, I see within I spy the image, beneath my skin Another being I do behold One with tales, many untold I hold the mirror to my face The ghosts they run, I give them chase. Oh how I long, to truly be Freed of darkling reflections I see Leanndra 08:43 12/3/2005

Comments (11)

shaienne

9:45AM | Sat, 03 December 2005

Excellent Leanndra! ~shaienne

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sazzart

9:58AM | Sat, 03 December 2005

Only to act on reflections glimpsed, is to transform what was to what can be. ~Stephen~

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Druidstorm

6:33PM | Sat, 03 December 2005

Sometimes the reflection that you see is the truth hidden deep within. For we all walk the shrouded path and make our ways in the darkness of light yet sometimes the unconscious you disagree's with your direction. You know the feeling that I speak that feeling deep within that makes you stop and think...Outstanding verse Leanndra with an image that shows a different you...Bravo!!!...:))

FlameGrower73

8:39PM | Sat, 03 December 2005

Ahhh...the inner you...the inner me...a dark mystery indeed! wonderful!

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Richardphotos

10:39PM | Sat, 03 December 2005

wonderful prose Leanndra. It is a welcomed direction you have chose. I hope you will write more

eryt

6:15PM | Sun, 04 December 2005

Such wonderful prose..a talented writer in deed! and, as an afterthought, "In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.." :)

argiebooze

11:51AM | Wed, 07 December 2005

Shattered illusions from the past, too often weirdly blended with some of our best times. Echoes that haunt us in the present and defined what we are. New illusions and dreams come around, so different, yet so sweet. Whilst we can't change what time has barely buried, we can take advantage of all our experiences and shape our best days yet to come. Great poem from an artist of many talents...if only that eye of yours wasn't digging my soul the same way it looks inwards into yours!

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