Blank Reflection

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Haibun By: Lori Zybala


Embedded in my reliable leather chair, accepting the day’s entry, an opaque passage of radiant light swirls in lucid thought.  Perspective gazing, coffee in hand, as acceptance wraps itself in a warm blanket.

Time, worth listening too – frozen, as the clocks second-hand cements itself against a blank face.  Leaning in, breathing deeply as the looking -glass self begins to snicker in mere mechanical reflection.  Would one recognize the blank face, the true reflection of the years lived?

White painted walls smile back, mirroring the untouched face.  Pale natural complexion fades into the quietness of the coming day.

                        another sunrise –

                        coloured illusion voided

                        barefaced reflection

Copyright L.Z. 2022 ©

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