Reflection

From out the silver-backed frame,

Part in anger, part in pain, 

Spoke the silver-haired dame:

Oh you out there –  

You of unlined face 

And black hair,

Why the puzzled stare?

Then replied 

Her counterpart fair,

Pouting with injured air:

Stand I here in wonder

How it came to be

That you are me

Or  I, you, as the case may be.

Upon Reading Sylvia Plath: Reflections in Tandem

Oh you out there in your silver-backed frame,
You of unlined face and black hair,
Why the puzzled stare?
Do you wonder when it came to be
That I am you
And you are me as I used to be?

Larceny

Assignment:  

        1.   Create a metaphor by completing the sentence:  You are ____________ to me .
AND 
                        2.  Create a simili by completing the sentence:  You are like a ____________ to me .

            1.  You are a thief to me, stealing away, life's essence..
            2.   You are like a thief to me, who, stealing, empties life. 

How it entered

No one knew

Nor exactly why or when 

But in recesses dark and deep

It hid.

Then what it did

Was steal memory away,

Leaving life in disarray.