I've always been attracted to old derelict buildings. As I grow older the attraction seems to be getting stronger. Maybe it's because my ageing body feels a certain empathy for how they have withstood time and are reluctantly surrendering to it. I started to write a poem about this old building's spirit and the memories it must hold of better days. Somehow, the focus changed. One of these days I might begin to feel like I am in control of my writing.
[ f/8, 1/100, 55mm, ISO 100 ]
at times i look within
where mirrors don't exist
climbing high atop a tree
seeing farther than i now see
then run upon a mountain trail
never thinking i could fail
yes
where mirrors don't exist
my dreams can still persist
writing furious through the night
best seller lists with no re-writes
finding treasures that most had missed
fame, wealth, and other myths
at times i look within
where mirrors don't exist
ignore my ageing body's list
the things that i cannot dismiss
and though relentless
time persists
i will find places
where mirrors don't exist
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