Your conspiratorial wink
seeks my complicit nod.
A pact, an inside joke
among us privileged.
What’s the punch line today?
Racism? Xenophobia? Homophobia?
Today the tacit agreement ends.
I will look you in the eye – unflinchingly –
and say, “No more!”
Straight. Into. The. Mirror.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
Interesting how winks can steal ones dignity!
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They truly can.
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And does that image in the mirror wink once again or does it bow?
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No more winking.
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Nice twist.
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Thanks.
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I like the reference to the mirror at the end.
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Thank you.
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this was excellent, reminds me of childhood games when we winked to give signals and inadvertently gave ourselves away!
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
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I think we need to face the lies straight… no time for winks any longer.
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Agreed!
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Love the twist!
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Thank you!
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That last line is a zinger, indeed! May we all look there, first.
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Some folks avoid mirrors at all cost. Unfortunately the cost is usually borne by someone else.
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Powerful word pictures! The last line is poignant and true! Fantastic job!
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Thank you!
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I agree with De’s comment. Great last line.
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Thank you.
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Hi Maggie! I enjoyed reading your poem here, it was well written… good self talk… 😉
…rob from Image & Verse
My “wink”
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Thank you, Rob.
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