Evidence of greatness

She looked in the mirror, and she saw herself for perhaps the first time in a while.

The once ice-blue eyes were now staring back grey.  A dull grey.

She hadn’t noticed before, how her face was now beginning to weather around the edges too.

The once plump, rosy and freckled cheeks were now slump, pale with dark age spots.

And now around those dull grey eyes, she had many lines that drifted off from the corners.

And her hair.  Steely-straw-like, but neat and always shiny.

She looked deeper in the mirror and smiled back at herself.

She was observing her evidence of greatness.



Prompted by this link.

Evidence of Greatness – Dead Deer

Evidence of Greatness

Often in the never-lost lanes of the Old Town
A cat is happened upon, a feral feline
At once at home, and without a home
Lost, found, sin hogar, sin casa, sin nada.

Casi siempre en las calles (always lost), of esta
Pinche cuidad, puedes ver un hombre,
Perdido. Yes, you can find this man, and
He cannot know, what it is to be home elsewhere.

Is he lost? This is home, to him.
Anda, duerme, come (casi nada) aquí, always,
Underneath these stars, the electric lights
That illuminate his once-loved face, una cara
Que tiene, somewhere, escondido, evidencia de su grandeza.

Today I wrote between 16:14  and 16:24. I was propted by an idea here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, my tweets here, and my book here.


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