Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Saturday, June 04, 2011
ass/u/me
you are NOT me you said. rightly so. I assumed it all looking in the mirrored image inverted it is, I forgot. the end is so numbing
I love this beautiful poem; even if I am not certain that I fully understand it. It could be about two people who are in conflict with one another. It could also be about a conflict between two sides of the same individual who see him or herself in the mirror. It could be a conflict between a teenaged child and his/her parent. It could also be an adult who remember him/herself as a younger person and has a similar conflict within that a parent could have with a child. Poetry should be a little vague. Great work! Best wishes, Anna Miss O'Hara's Last Words" SC wk 57
27 comments:
Teens suck sometimes. I love the line "mirrored image inverted" perfectly worded.
Hmm. You must be in your teens...
This one hurts. Conflict is never easy to describe, but your description of the inverted image nailed it! Thanks for this one.
Namaste..........cj
Self evaluation here? ~Ames
Mirrors invert, providing us with a distorted image of ourselves.
But who are we, if we are not what we see as our reflection?
Awfully deep thoughts for a Saturday morning!
Great job!
Wow, this is excellent, painful and thought provoking...the imagery is illuminating !
I'm in my forties and sometimes feel like a teen, should take the one vowel out and think like a ten instead. Thought provoking post.
This one hits hard.
Nice job.
=)
Powerful poem, Gautami.
Pamela
oh dear...this one hit really close to home. Wonderful!
poetic and beautiful.
assuming comes back to bite
A stunning post!So much emotion in so few words!
This is so you and I like the new look!
Those two last lines are especially profound. Your writing amazes me.
Well done Sunday 160. Sometimes that reflection can seem a stranger. Thanks for playing.
Wonderfully poignant. If only moments like these were rare, not frequent, they might be a little easier to swallow...
made me think you kids who often mirror us in many way yet inverted fits at times as well...
so thought provoking ...
Ouch! I don't like that mirror, but your words are perfect!
Even reflections seem strangers at times, don't they? Wonderfully worded!
Yeah...
In my mind I'm 25.
But the mirror tells me different!
Wow, this was very deep. Wonderful job as always!
I love this beautiful poem; even if I am not certain that I fully understand it.
It could be about two people who are in conflict with one another. It could also be about a conflict between two sides of the same individual who see him or herself in the mirror. It could be a conflict between a teenaged child and his/her parent.
It could also be an adult who remember him/herself as a younger person and has a similar conflict within that a parent could have with a child.
Poetry should be a little vague.
Great work!
Best wishes,
Anna
Miss O'Hara's Last Words" SC wk 57
I remember hearing years ago that assume makes an ass out of you (u) and me. Very nice. Glad to see you are still writing.
I like imagery that we can each apply to our own situations. Your poem was wonderful in that allowed us each to do that.
I really liked the sense of conveyance each carefully crafted word shared. Really great writing.
nice....
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