DELUSIONS
lookers-on, making
spectacles of each other,
rose-colored lenses
suggest simultaneous
illusions of perfection.
hallways of mirrors
reflecting cracked images
ricocheting hints
of light and brief dark shadows
lurking in the spaces between.
looking-glasses framed
instantaneous faces,
blurred silver backing
denies full-measured basking
and halts vain resolutions.
lost identities
searching for familiar life
among the ruins.
alzheimer lovers' lost truths,
betrayed by tarnished glimpses.
gone berserk, insane
wanderings un-remembered
blank tablets, erased
slate boards,
chalky, dusted visions hide
what once was taught, years ago.
the end is far worse
than the beginning stanza
when life and breath
came
easy, struggling for positions,
recognition, growth, unions.
the mirrors are twice,
sided, reflections, washed clean,
cut glass silvered,
grayed, unresponsive, clouded,
the scratched maze with no way out.
Robert R. Cobb
Robert would love to hear from you regarding his poem. His E-mail
address is: rrcarts@prodigy.net
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