Hmmm funny how as I grow older the body I inhabit seems to become a less important part of my self, I keep thinking things like 'well these teeth have lasted pretty well for the past 50 yrs they should see me through another 20 or so; God willing'.
Is that irrational? This poem reminds me of such things...I hope life's still filled with wonderful things to come for you. Jeff
yes, i know what you're experiencing in this very potent, reflective poem ... i sometimes see elements of my father in myself and have tried my best to correct them ... as for my mother, i never knew her but i feel her within me and through pictures can at least see the physical similarities ... excellent reflective poem!
Dang, girl, you capture it vividly and powerfully, the emotional realization that we are our mothers and fathers in the mirror. Excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2005
I too can relate to this. Great write.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2005
Hey I sure relate. Loved seeing a reflection of me in my son.
When he loooked guilty after doing something kinda naughty I could only roll my head back in laughter. Now I hear my parents in things I say. But mines not grief.
But you can only be yourself. Using it to ones best ability.
You sure have argued out the mourning.
But I can assure you, you've a great fun personality. Very calm, gregarious, as is seen in your son. And a great great friend too.
Just don't ever ever ever listen to morbid introspection.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2005
Poet, and yes, when I use that word for you, a beaming smile encapsulates both my mortal being, and my weary spirit, my gifted friend Kate. After I read this timeless treasure twice, I immediately thought of my Father, when he told me back in 2000, to write a letter to myself and seal it in an envelope and put on the back of it, “R.I.P.” Far too often whenever we as mere mortals look in the mirror and see the reflections of ours lives, we tend to become overwhelmed by the sometimes-horrendous journey, which has taken us to the spot in time where we are at that very moment. Grant it, many times are filled with confusion, but with faith and a little TLC, one can easily move towards the “journey of jubilation” with a new sense of hope and understanding. It is always such an absolute pleasure to read your work. Thank you for sharing it. Take good care and be well.
This is so fantastic and well written. It reminds me of my state right now. I am better due to surgery but I cling to the old. I must have gotten some really good pay off from enjoying poor health--heehee.
It amazes me how much I see my parents when I look in the mirror.The older we get the more it shows, siblings too, though not as much. I think it was preplanned for us to remember our roots and at the same time recognoize that the stronger our relationship to creator the more forgiving we must be to what went before. I believe it is this way we get to overcome the past abuses and are able to move on to calmer recollections,and as we forgive, the hurt departs. Perhaps I'm reading too much into it, but I have found this to be true in myself,so I share it for what it's worth!;-)
Your splendid insightful poetry always stirs my senses Kate!
As ususal another great poem sweet Kate and as usual I have read it twice to make sure I have not missed such special and unique word plays and lines that you seem to put together with astonishing ease. As a retired cartogrpher especially liked that line. lol
Hugs
Pops
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on August 7, 2005
The third stanza is the best, really tight. The ending is interesting, too. I can almost see it with or without the last line and I wonder if you tossed that around in your head for awhile, whether to leave the first to last line and end it there, or add the one about the night because I do that alot- you probably don't and think i am totally insane, but that's ok! I am weird:) Great writing, as usual.
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Is that irrational? This poem reminds me of such things...I hope life's still filled with wonderful things to come for you. Jeff
wonderful work
With angelic wings
That would fly
Into the soul
excellent!!! Tell it loud and clear!!!
pax A
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
When he loooked guilty after doing something kinda naughty I could only roll my head back in laughter. Now I hear my parents in things I say. But mines not grief.
But you can only be yourself. Using it to ones best ability.
You sure have argued out the mourning.
But I can assure you, you've a great fun personality. Very calm, gregarious, as is seen in your son. And a great great friend too.
Just don't ever ever ever listen to morbid introspection.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
I love that line. This is a soul searching
piece Kate! Excellent!
What a "sensing" poet you are, Miss Kate.
I enjoyed this so much.
Your splendid insightful poetry always stirs my senses Kate!
Love,
Eileen
Hugs
Pops
shift it out,
move it on;
Sounds like it truly is, Kate - so start packing, shifting, and moving!