General

truth,
two faced,
bitter fact,
veiled convenience,
wait,

truth,
mirror,
liminal,
conscience’s face off,
feel,

truth,
stop & go,
frozen thoughts,
introspect doubts,
care,

truth,
mirage,
judgemental,
different self,
heal.

Poetry form :- Lanturne or Lanterne (1/2/3/4/1 syllables). The above is a Lanterne series.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Colleen. M. Chesebro for hosting Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge #280:– Prompt Theme :-Lanturne or Lanterne . Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge #239. Theme :- You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror. Another great prompt by https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/author/reinventionsreena/

Every morning, there is less to see.

An unknow face stares back at me in the mirror, and I know it isn’t me. I can’t see the real person behind the mask. Flashes of light, mixed in with shadows floating across my line of vision.

It’s getting worse, I know it is, but I’m not a victim.

I will learn to live with my blindness, learn to be me again.

I listen to another tutorial, get used to the monotone voice telling me what my eyes should be seeing. It is difficult, and I want to throw my mobile as far as it would go, but I need to persevere.

If I don’t I’ll be defined by my disability.

I have a job to do, and losing my…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #239

PROMPT #239

We have a situation prompt this week

You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror.

so engrossed in my

daily routines

never felt the change

suddenly

one day

I wake up to discover

an unknown face

where is that happy-go-lucky woman

full of jest for life

when did

I change so much

now full of 

stamps of time

numerous lines and wrinkles

each one telling a story

story of a long journey

each wrinkle

tells

how many battles fought

how many won

how many

lost

Seventy-five years…

Not a short time

with cunning glinting
behind adventurous eyes
possibilities await

unbounded by previous restrictions
excitement and anticipation
flush through her veins

the quest for achievement
greater than thought within reach
illusion or reality

We have a situation prompt this week

You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror.

➰➰➰

Who am I?
Who are you?
What changed overnight?

Is this, the inner me emerging?
The outer shell is fracturing 
Finally the truth is revealed 

What I see in the mirror 
It is what I always wanted 
At last I’ve overcome my inhibitions

Now the world will also see
What was hidden inside of me
See the new me
See what I want you to see!

➰➰➰

Written for; RXC PROMPT #239, hosted by Reena

#Keepitalive

#RXC

Tough

tough should be
my last name
for i was born to be one
i was born under one
tough situation.

tough is what
i have become
over the years
over time.

tougher i believe
i am as i age
as i continue
to navigate life
to win extraordinary
battles and wars.

until you
came along
that i discovered
the toughest
version of me
after you repeteadly
broke me in pieces.

i am at my toughest
now as i gather myself
together again and
i can’t thank you enough
for making me
the toughest
that i am today.

For Reenas’s Exploration Challenge:

We have a situation prompt this week

You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #239

“Never love a wild thing…If you let yourself love a wild thing, you’ll end up looking at the sky.”

― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

Days of youth when nights never end

a wild haired gypsy child-woman

Silver earrings dangling

gaudy bracelets clanging

dancing to her favorite songs.

Caught up in a whirlwind

of colorful young men- yearning

to capture her body’s bright soul

tether her to their hungry embrace

put her spirit in its ‘rightful’ place.

But yet with sweet grace, she resists

elusive as a lace winged butterfly

she flits from honeyed bloom to bloom

never lingering in a heart too long

She takes to the skies, soaring ever higher.

Author’s Note: It’s our 11th anniversary at dVerse and I am hosting today’s Poetics. The prompt is choosing one of 11 lines from Breakfast at Tiffany’s and using it to inspire a poem. The…