The Daily Post Prompt: Madame X

Madame X JPEG

 Another day, another challenge.  This time I’ve used the WordPress prompt from
“The Daily Post” which was: “In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint
of X, what would you like X to be?”

DSC06784June 2 sunset in Missouri.

18 thoughts on “The Daily Post Prompt: Madame X

  1. grieflessons Post author

    It was hard to get the entire image of the tree onto one screen, so I’ve saved it as a JPEG and reduced it and I believe you can now see the entire image. Might look again to see the “full me.”

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  3. Marilyn Armstrong

    I’m not sure if I could be a patroness of forgetfulness or should just implore St. Jude (finder of lost stuff) to stay with me while i try to remember why I went into the kitchen 🙂 Meanwhile, lovely poem.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      Well of course we are companion saints! Even saints are sometimes called to pray to each other. San Anhony is the saint we call upon to find lost objects in Mexico. Yolanda is always lighting a candle to him for something I have lost. She tells me of a woman who takes the baby out of her St. Anthony’s arms until he has told her where her lost object is. When she’s found it, she returns the baby. How is that for high-handing a saint??

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  4. Dreamer of Dreams

    “Age may not forgive us our sins, but it cannot help but forget them.”
    That one resonated completely wit me.
    Beautiful, haunting poem. I love that you would elect yourself as the Patron Saint of Forgetfulness! I would definitely call upon you when all forgetfulness descends (as it does, increasingly these days) upon me.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      I know…The only reassuring thing is that all of my friends seem to be experiencing the same forgetfulness. I’ve found going through the alphabet helps. I forgot the name of a good friend for hours the other day before I remembered this trick. Luckily, her name started with “C”!

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  5. Dreamer of Dreams

    While I’m never reticent about my age in India, and wasn’t here, until a couple of years ago, I find that in this country, people immediately pin one to a certain wall (there’s too much ageism here), and there one stays, never to flit about freely.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      And I have never felt defined by my age. Perhaps because I’ve never quite grown up. Ha. At any rate, whatever your age, you seem very young as well! I think the secret is also that since age 30, I’ve mainly had artists and writers as friends (other than some very old friends, and with old friends you are sorta pinned to the age you were when you first knew each other –in this case, in college). Continuing that earlier thought, I think people whose main interest is playing with art or with words stay pretty young.

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      1. Dreamer of Dreams

        Indeed! You seem young, AND ageless to me, and what you said in that comment about playing with art and with words keeping us young is ABSOLUTELY spot on. Artists are, at one and the same time, very young, and very old, and all ages in between. For, how can we know the pain and beauty of this world if we cannot experience it on all levels and in all ages?
        Most of my friends are like you. This is why I feel that if we were to meet, I would not have that awkward getting-to-know-someone feeling at all.

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      2. lifelessons Post author

        I know..I feel that way about a number of bloggers I’ve met within the last year and a half. I think one of these years we’ll have to have a get-together at a central spot. Like my house! Ha.

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