Sarah's Poetry

The purpose of this blog is for some understanding that as I began my transition for all purposes, I had to reconcile some emotions that had been following me since my years in Vietnam. This small group of poetry began with "A Soldier's Time", an emotional catharsis starting in 1968 after I returned to the United States.

These poems emerged at the same time of Sarah's appearance.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Reflections of the Feminine Mind and Body


who’s reflection do I see?

as I stand before this mirror

the image tis both clear and real, it cannot be me.

my mind’s own eye hast its own image clear

dressed and colored with prejudice free

who’s reflections do you see?

who’s reflections do I see?

this mirror cannot lie,

but shows a face full in imperfections

masked with colors sharp and clean

on skin with soft and subtle lines of age.

mine own vision, an aging beauty be.

who’s reflections do you see?

who’s reflections do I see?

the mirror sees only outside, not what’s within.

her time before the mirror is short, her pain hidden well

until others gladly welcomes the person she sees

her joy to share with all, her true reflections

only then can mirrors see the image she knows

is hidden until her true self is who you see?


What does it take to create illusions?

What part of you, do you chose to hide,

To show your other side.

Not to be ugly or fake.

Discover how hard you must strive

To let the inner beauty shine, flaws be faint

With flawless color and paint.

What does it take to create illusions?

The feminine figure is beauty and grace.

Foundations for body and face,

Spandex, satin and lace.

Powders, blushes, lipsticks and creams,

Meticulously applied it seems

To create the someone of your dreams.

What does it take to create illusions?

Are we trying to hide from someone,

Or is it just me this other persona,

From where does she come;

Is she conjured from deep

Within our very souls?

Does she survive just beneath the surface

Waiting for colors with which to contrast

With the drab fabrics

Of the visible shells of ourselves.

My other blog has a picture taken standing at the shore of Walden's Pond near Waltham, Mass. On this particular day, there was no wind to speak of to disturb the waters showing a strong reflections of the tree line. The mirror can be our friend sometimes to let us check our makeup and reflects the view as we stand admiring ourselves. It can also be something that we prefer not to use as it also reflects those small pieces of our former selves that we are so desperately trying to erase.

Mirrors do not lie, is it regretfully they reflect the true image of the person that stands before them, or do we recognize the joy of the person we are to become. We must learn to see our true selves, just as the still waters of Walden's Pond reflect that which rings the edge, we must show others what they want to see and think they see, as we mingle in the crowds. Only when we adorn ourselves with the trappings of feminine garments and paints can we escape from beneath the surface of the mirror.

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