We all become a different reflection to what we are inside. Lovely poem. One thing you can mull over is to change
places with" in" and "within "in last 2 lines. .....

despite the profoundly wise beginnings.
Those last three lines I would change, though it means changing the whole after-effect of the poem
and she struggles to find
the woman in the mirror
in the girl within her mind... [and lose that bloody ellipsis!]

you see? It has hope then, she is there, maybe lost at the moment, but she herself would not be lost.

This is a thing that happens to so many, now in this write of yours, Mirror or No rorriM, it needs to be more unique, can we hear it from a source, that though it reflects the age old problem, where it is new to that person, as if she is the first to see the aged youth, Not a crit but something to bring this write more to life,
How dare this apparition stare back at her as if they knew each other.
Lies twisted lines of lies running everywhere, along those Lines..
Yours Ian.T

apples of her cheeks and
all the mountains and the valleys

LOVELY CHOICE OF words
once I too depicted
a woman in front of the mirror,
in self adoration and admiration

Hope you will gloss it.
else where a woman has been described,
as the foundation of a magnificent building
once twas.

This is a story all women will face I'm nearly 43 time is the enemy

Sensitive and well told I have no suggestions at the moment

Love the name of your new manuscript

Hugs Jc

many Septembers since
have come and gone
now it must now be
an autumn of her life
but
the vision of your poetry
in my mind
still, is alive
many Septembers
since
I admired it

But imo it would help the logic with the last two lines interchanged
'and she struggles to find
the woman in the mirror
in the girl within her mind'

?.... 'and she struggles to find
the girl within her mind
in the woman in the mirror'

I'm sure that absolutely everybody who is getting on in years would relate strongly to this

Love judy
xxx

when we werent shooting at things with our bb guns or getting into fights....My little brother
and I we would watch our mom get ready for work...She was a nurse assistant! or going out
at night to the many then doctors and nurses party in Muskoka...Huntsville which was fifteen
miles from us..Famous old Muskoka...my sister too who was a nurse..an RN...they had the
then popular two mirrors...and bulb lights on this portable plastic case plug in affair..
haul it out to the kitchen table....work on their eyebrows..matte finish...the many many lipstick
and hair spray..curlers..dyes.tints...always ask how they looked or hold the little mirror
while they worked on their hair....We washed their cars..They both owned their own vehicles..
dad always wore suits when I drove him two miles up to his Lodge..Masonic Lodge...then go pick him up...or go haul him out of the legion...I was driving at twelve to go fetch him....he was very
social...took an hour to pry him away from everyone and get him home...

then years later when I got my women...same deal...I remember paying seventy nine dollars
all I could afford three quarters tester bottle of Clinique perfume...I eventually bought a full brand new one for my girlfriend...She was thirty when I met her....dyed red bobbed hair..big grey eyes..dark brows...angular...fancy dresser.. My present woman same..they all had these antique or cute sixties make up tables......I was always into women that look good...weird but a lot of men get ruffled by the make up or social flirting....unless it gets serious I dont mind...I called it working the crowd....always danced me...then....and I dress up well...I always went to the hairstylists...would rather have a pretty woman fussing about...Princess had these big sliding mirror doors on the closet in the old apartment..beautiful place...bought her a little make up case...we would be yakking she would be sitting cross legged trying all the fancy potions and colors...ask me how it looked....school then or work! if it was too racy I would merely say...the look was too "Distracting" and they were always on me about having my seventies big collar dress shirts open...my cross hanging out or the rings..eagle pendant... Was always the butler....janitor..confidante then...Women are sweet....the old and young when Im at the mall or waiting in line...I give them smiles...they flip their hair....I love that! worlds hard enough on the women..I saw that..always did midnight moves to a couple of my aunties who just found one bad man after another...
You have a beautiful smile Cat! love your long hair!!
and Eddy poems are descriptive and riveting
Thank U!

Mr Wolf!