Familiar: skin wrapped around bones known my entire life, a neighborhood that changed little over the years. That was then. Now when I look into the mirror, a stranger stares back: Who is this intruder and when the hell did she move in?
You're not kidding, everytime I look in
I wonder when did it all begin!
I'm in great denial! :) YOu should be too! :)
Great poem on self-reflection Karla!
Write On!
Warm Blessings and Love, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
"Itruder" guess we can all feel like this every now and again.
"...Who is this intruder and
when the hell did she move in?" This question was really something...I know we all ask ourselves that as we go along throughout the years not growing any younger~heeeheee.
Well, wish we could turn back the hands of time or either stay young forever...that would be a great idea.
You got that right, Karla. I tried to kick the one in my house out, only I looked so silly after I did it, on my rear in the snow.
I think I kicked me too hard...Jerry
Sister, FAT TURSDAY??? on this side it its FAT SUNDAY the bitch, can't stop munching everything in sight.
Oh well, that strange in the mirror? I jus shave the sucker and don't look back twice.
Georg
You give new meaning to "The Mirror Has Two Faces" ... I always see this stranger, an old person looking back at me...tee hee, hee, where is that young one that I walked in with? A keeper for sure
Don't mean to laugh, but this. is. FUNNY! LOL I often wonder the same thing myself; seems that pain has become an unwelcome neighbor in our lives. You pen it brilliantly, brava!! Extremely well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
This is good! Something many of us can identify with. I wonder sometimes how other people see me. Truth is, they probably don't pay much attention!
Fat Tuesday, huh? Pat Robertson has a "Skinny Wednesday." Seems everytime we happen to watch his show, it's Wednesday. Maybe the Lord is trying to tell Bill and me to lose the bulges.
Love,
Connie
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 18, 2008
Ah, yes, Karla. I know that feeling well that you describe so eloquently in this concise yet rich piece of writing.
My "Images" poem is the one I call my mid-life-crisis poem. We all see that stranger in the mirror at some point. I have bad news: Once you notice that "other" person.... It's all downhill from there!
Smile, it could be worse... You could be looking at the one I see in MY mirror!
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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I wonder when did it all begin!
I'm in great denial! :) YOu should be too! :)
Great poem on self-reflection Karla!
Write On!
Warm Blessings and Love, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
STay Positive!
"Itruder" guess we can all feel like this every now and again.
"...Who is this intruder and
when the hell did she move in?" This question was really something...I know we all ask ourselves that as we go along throughout the years not growing any younger~heeeheee.
Well, wish we could turn back the hands of time or either stay young forever...that would be a great idea.
Blessings,
~Gwendolyn
I think I kicked me too hard...Jerry
mirror, a stranger stares back:
Ain't that the truth! And these intruders sneak in so damned fast!
Oh well, that strange in the mirror? I jus shave the sucker and don't look back twice.
Georg
God Bless
Michelle
well done Karla...
John
I say it every time I look in the mirror, that's why I try not to look too often;-)!
Love,
ET
God bless you. Kathy
love, Carole~
Don't mean to laugh, but this. is. FUNNY! LOL I often wonder the same thing myself; seems that pain has become an unwelcome neighbor in our lives. You pen it brilliantly, brava!! Extremely well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Fee
That's usually goes with my Sunday mornings.....
Thanks for the chuckle,
Becca~
Fat Tuesday, huh? Pat Robertson has a "Skinny Wednesday." Seems everytime we happen to watch his show, it's Wednesday. Maybe the Lord is trying to tell Bill and me to lose the bulges.
Love,
Connie
Smile, it could be worse... You could be looking at the one I see in MY mirror!