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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Mirrored Mortality

I have lost friends since your departure

Maybe they see mirrored mortality
when gazing upon the shell
of who I once was,
choking upon unasked questions

Or perhaps it is the Reaper's echo
reflected within the shadows of
my eyes

I remind of truth;
the uncomfortable reality
of life's impermanence

With a puff of the grim one's breath
everything I understood about
here and now

Left me on all fours
for pieces of normalcy
while watching cherry blossoms
marry the winds


  1. Oh Tracie... So beautiful and so sad. ((biggest of hugs to you)) - and your muse has not abandoned you by a long shot!

    1. Thank you Fiocle... big hugs back!

    2. beautifully expressive sadly true…wonderful write with a stunning last stanza...

  2. Surely this is a site well worth seeing.

    1. Thank you for coming by Jerry... I appreciate your words.