The Mirror Peter Walsh says it all
The Mirror Peter Walsh says it like I wish I could. The title fascinated me. I came across this poem while pondering how much Kris’ work references mirrors. Coincidence? Perhaps. I read it, and read it again… and again. You might, too. I hope Kris Kristofferson got a glimpse of how much his life and work means to many.
- Peter has been a fan of Kris’ since he was 15. He is 54 at the time of writing.
- Peter wrote THE MIRROR for Kris Kristofferson – For his (Kris’) 79th Birthday.
- Kris read it. It reached him via his son who passed it on to his Dad, through his mother.
When Jesse Kristofferson texted Peter to tell him that reading the poem made his Dad Puff up with Pride, Peter was “chuffed to hear such a literate man enjoyed my humble offerings . . .”
Peter’s work is a wonderful tribute that expresses the thoughts and gratitude of many Kris Kristofferson fans.
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The Mirror – A Poem by Peter Walsh
for Kris Kristofferson on his 79th birthday
Oh! How it must have looked back then
How you looked oh so small
As you gazed into your future
In that mirror on the wall
Family is as family does
And God knows that we need ’em
But that image in the glass ahead
Is the doorway to your freedom
Like old worn boots, you walked that path
With a voice like liquid gravel
The easy way, was not your way
You chose the road less travelled
It’s hard at times to stare into
A face that’s done you wrong
But that Silver Tongued Devil, sometimes
Sold your Soul out, for a song
The image misted over
‘Til there was no you, no more
The dust, it lay down heavy
On that Mirror, on the wall
Though at times you felt forsaken
In your vision of tomorrow
Your faith remained, unbroken
You proved stronger than your sorrow
The Shadows, in the darkness
Lead you closer to the fall
Your distance from the Mirror
made your Heroes, seem so tall
We watched you from a distance
As you seen your image clear
And small we stood, yet plentiful
We held your vision dear
At last we see your happiness
A Soul without a blemish
No more a time of emptiness
Content, in your own image
Your life, a Golden Spiral
Equal in its distortion
An Infinite Holy Wonder
In its own Divine Proportion
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Credits:
The Mirror is © Peter Walsh
Featured image is CC The image was altered in Picassa. The original by Eugene Birchall is found here
Source : Peter Walsh
Thank you for such a touching reply Joy! I am, as most of us fans are, in awe of the magic Kris weaves when he writes. His use of words are akin to magic for me! With each new word I read of each sentence the wizardry unravels. He is one of the few remaining modern day poets that truly enthuse endear and captivate me entirely as I read or listen to a truly remarkable wordsmith! I am so glad you enjoyed it replies such as yours at my humble efforts are the reason I am compelled to write . . . So Thank You, also, Donna’s wonderful site for hosting my poems and every reader who was lifted by any piece I’ve had the pleasure to write!
I have read the poem written for Kristofferson for his Birthday, with such pleasure that I was able to see the words, (that have been tumbling round in my head for years ) put so perfectly together. I am in awe of the writer, & thank you so much. I’m sure Kris himself would have been delighted. I would love, LOve to have heard Kris put those words as lyrics in a song, sang by the Man Himself. Congrats, & thank you once again Peters