Photo: WHB – 2019
MIRRORED HOPE
Ornate
The frame
Impounding
My world
The frame
Impounding
My world
Silver gilt
glistens
Holding
My framed
Existence in its
Reflected copy
How
I wish away
My life
In exotic scenes
Imaged opulence
Amidst
A morbid
Decaying life
I ask no more
Than for an echo of my future
In my next glimpse
To come to my rescue
And transcribe
My defeatism
Into a reassuring future
No man
Can live for ever
But
To the end
He can deny
That thought
Roland's Ragbag 
Lifted by the last verse
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Many thanks, Derrick.
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No man can live forever… you say in your last stanza of this strong poem so full of imagery.
This is true but whilst he/she lives there is always new beauty to discover. Experiences to
add and smiles to share.
Miriam
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Yes, you do seem to take a more positive line than I do, Miriam. I’m afraid advancing years do from time to time sadly increase my pessimism.
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You are right, I can feel darkness and sadness but am rarely pessimistic.
Besides, it is more fun being an optimist. 😊 .
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That has to be the case.
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