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Truth
Dust particles dance
within a shaft of sunlight
slowly crossing the room
traveling over my body
warm and comforting
like a lovers embrace
to the mirror where I stand
contemplating my mortality
the sun has become harsh
I raise a hand in denial.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
We are writing about mirrors this Wednesday at Poets United where I’ll link up then.
Capricious Poet 
this is gorgeous. the reflection of a moment trapped in time!
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Thank you, Stacy! Too bad time moves on.
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A lovely contrast of the dusty dance and the harsh rays trying to dispel the beauty.
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Thank you!!
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“I raise a hand in denial.” ~ Yes, we do all the time. Great take!
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Thank you, Maria!
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I like the sweet understatement of this poem, and also the apt illustration
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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aha…we do raise a hand in denial to the harsh truth specially in front of a mirror…lol…love the images in the poem…
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Thank you, Sumana!
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The economy of that gesture juxtaposed with the sensualness of the dust particles! They were only dust, after all, just what we are made of.
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So true, Susan!
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This is a powerful and evocative reflection! The sun being harsh, as we look at our own reflection — yes, I feel that. Sometimes we don’t wish to come to terms with what we see in that unforgiving mirror.
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So true, Mary! Thank you!
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I think we all engage in that denial of our mortality. It’s what makes us human. 😉
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Indeed! Thank you!
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“Contemplating my mortality.” How I relate!
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Thank you, Sherry!
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mirrors often lure us into denials , nice one Bekkie
much love…
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What an invention, mirrors. Thanks, Gillena!
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Such a stellar close on this one!! Lovely work done 😀
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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I like this, especially that ending.
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Thank you, Myrna!
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I want to raise a hand in denial every time I walk in front of a mirror, so I totally identify with this one! Well written.
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I think I may throw my mirrors out! Lol! Thanks, Beverly!
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I liked the idea of dust particles comforting like an embrace and the aura of light around the hand in the photo.
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Thank you, Frank! Hugs!
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