Poems by
Dudley Koonce MIRROR When you look into the mirror what do you see? I see a face staring back at me. Is it me? And if so, tell me what it is I need to know. Who am I? Where have I been? Will I ever go back there again? My life has been what I made it— the ups and downs, the pain and suffering and hurt—just for today, I can say I like what I see, it’s only me. Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? DEFINE ANEW All that we see can be defined anew outside of what it has been meant to be. The whole world and everything that’s in it can be redefined and can be made to work in a new capacity. What things seem to appear to be can also be many things: old, new, used, abused—it doesn’t really matter. It all depends on how you see it. BORN Is there really a definition for it? If so, let me know. They say it takes nine months for life to be born. It takes a cat nine lives to be over life. Born is the beginning. Dying is the end. Born is the light from darkness, a light that shines full of knowledge. Some say knowledge is to know and knowing doesn’t leave room for excuses. We all really need to know ourselves and the things we go through so we can live life on its own terms, without excuses or escapes.
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