If the state of heart is called a cardiogram, I would call this poem a Janeogram...for it does reflect your state of mind when you wrote these verses...

Regards,

.

I insist that you send my mirror back, but I had to find a new one that showed me the truth.
There in mine a young spirit shines back at me,
Bereft of all ills and not needing a physical entity.
I shall send you this new one,
it never lies but shows only the spirit,
in its stages of reality.
Go well and know that if you look with truth,
only truth will be shown to you,
Yours as always Ian..x

look into the mirror of time

you will all feel sublime
its the same mirror
for every one all the time
yes

VERY sub and lime
alternating
lovely chimes
the mirror alone smiles
you may also if you wish to

far in the distance
now I see myself
roaming naked in the wllderness
as if I were to be born today
as mom would say

but that occurrence is now far away
in memories of love alone I do stay

come along friendly one's
look at the mirror of truth
how much young may be you
the mirror never lies.....

great poem
Im extremely vain
everything is a careful
construct
as a kid we had freedom
just tons of guilt trips
my parents grew up
hard and busted out
of it by working hard
as adults and kids

many here had too
winter...summer gardens
jobs jobs and they
relaxed too....parties
card games..trips
visits to family

so socially I could mix
I just didnt fit in
read books..had a bike
loved the local history

I enjoyed things and
had a spark..
but I was always checking
over things
being the middle kid
was like a mood mechanic
too be happy was too
help out with things
spent most of my life
being a helper of a sort
then the front person
spent years being jammed
and then they would say
get out there...when
I was not equipped

writers..brilliant minded
I enjoy...just being what
i am I guess makes them
happy..they used to chat
with me or want too buy
me coffee...
the rare great moments
and then years of ordinary

when everything fell apart
this last year
and its still falling
but Im not caring
ride the rails and see
where they end
its been a bonus
because I also had too
look at what it is
about aging
a turning point
where the purpose
the motive of
personal existance
is examined like
any inventory

I know everyone
has their struggles
but your participation
here on neo is
excellent
and your poems
are cheery
and inspiring

thing is about writing
is many people are
not creative in this
manner
they like golf
work their careers
but imagination
thats the ticket!!

thats what saved me
back then...
I find new music
Doors and all
that is fine..
but I got brand new
tunes that make
me smile

and books
just have to buy
one!

I have changed
but I force myself
too do things
that made me happy
then! and what I
like now...

there is a lot of stuff
going on in my life
that I would like too
see different
but what I like about
what I like
I cannot control
that is stressful
and frustrating
at this moment
I find remaining
with the conditions
are better then
opting for a new
start...which some
succefully negotiate
I just value time
as an charitable
ability then
liability

I hear U though...
just wake up one
day somehow
but thats a start

pretty much where
Im at too
and look at this
way.
I dont even have
it to write that!!

thank U!

for not looking in.

You've been here so long and yet we have not met.
I am Wesley.
Welcome to NeoPoet.
I look forward to peeking in on your other posts as I enjoyed this one immensely. I didn't have trouble with the rhyme, indeed it lightened the poem a great deal. There were some rhythms I didn't like, but all in all the meter worked.
I hope you find the community at NeoPoet that you have been looking for.
Again... Welcome.

Many of us go through those On & Off phases. I am sure something will switch on the magic button, and soon beautiful verses will start flowing again...

Be well...

A clevert write Jane
Love judy
xxx

me of Philip Larkin. Which is good.