Faces gone, black eyes burnin’ bright
The Rising.The Boss. Springsteen. Who else.


Rear view mirror.

Mirror, mirror what do you see?

What you wanted to see?

What you wanted to be?

Who you wanted?

Look back in anger, at the smoke, the terror, the closed doors, the falling buildings, the smell, the screams, the end?

Look back.


Then, stop looking, at the reflections.

Smash the mirror, and to hell

with, seven years of bad luck.

There, is after all, only the road.

Always, the road.

writing 101 | poetry | two | reflections | prompt by Melinda Kucsera

24 thoughts on “reflections

  1. I like how you structured this, questions and then a series of declarative statements. A very powerful poem about recent events that asks some hard questions. One hopes we’ll come up with the right answers.

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