"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

reflecting images we write poems #10 an object poem

reflections scare me

It is that friggin` mirror

I don’t want to see

reflections

that disagree with me

why can’t they show

me things I want

it is all those damn mirrors

hanging

everywhere

I look

looking for me

round every corner

waiting . . .

sometimes shattered

breaking the connection

mirrors . . .

25 comments:

  1. I've been feeling this way recently. The older I get, where did I go? That lovely 20 year old me who owned the world? Shattered. ha! I love this piece, Pamela. Well done.

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  2. Thanks Brenda and the mirror just does not tell me the same things it used to!:(
    Pamela

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  3. Gautami yes they do!
    Thanks for commenting!
    Pamela

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  4. where does this come from this desire of self reflection....

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  5. omb
    It is inside of all of us, is it not?
    Pamela

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  6. that is how I feel about mirrors...They do not tell me what I want to hear anymore...but I keep them so I do not mess up all the makeup....bkm

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  7. bkm now we're talking ;)
    Thanks for understanding!
    Pamela

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  8. You nailed this. The problem with mirrors is that they age.

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  9. I may have solved that. It isn't really the mirrors--it's the light. If it's dim enough even the extra chins resolve into flattering subtle shadows.

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  10. Wonderful poem, Pamela. You have undoubtedly heard the statement about...how did it happen that I look in the mirror and see my mother? I prefer not to look in mirrors and to imagine I look the way I see myself in my mind!

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  11. Linda the mirrors do get old.
    I knew it! Thanks!
    Pamela

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  12. Barb
    I must try that trick ;)
    Pamela

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  13. Mary thanks and that is good advice :)
    Pamela

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  14. This almost reads like a flight or a chase...you run away from one mirror and then you turn and find another. Scary. I like where you went with this.

    -Nicole

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  15. Thanks Nicole it seems something like that!
    As I get older the reflection is not all it used to be but I am ok with that actually
    It is part of aging!
    Pamela

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  16. reflections??? hmmm.....I shave without looking in the mirror...but I actually love reflections

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  17. hi Pamela, funny piece carried by the tone..still we must look.

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  18. Hello Pamela ~~ Mirror, mirror on the wall, you be the fairest one of all. =) I can relate to the reflections that don't agree with me. While your poem might seem age-related, I can imagine reading this when younger and agreeing, too. Mirrors have never been my friends.

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  19. Wayne thank you and I have not heard from you for some time!
    Pamela

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  20. Linda they weren't such enemies not too long ago!
    Well seems like not too long ago ;)thanks for commenting!
    Pamela

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  21. We can't escape ourselves no matter what, Pamela. But you could have fun trying! I really like mirrors!

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  22. Derrick I used to! Thanks
    Pamela

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