Mirror Image
She’s a dingy sort of doppelganger, lackluster and fretful,
and when I’ve caught a glimpse of her, she seems to be forgetful.
She looks surprised to see me and although it should be magic,
when she catches sight of me, it seems she finds it tragic.
It’s a shame she never catches me when I am at my peak,
and so I seem to be an image that she’d like to tweak.
We both look in the mirror and we don’t like what we see,
the irony of that being that both of us are me!!
Prompt words today are doppelganger, tragic, forgetful, dingy and peak.
About the assemblage:
“After Picasso: Self-examination”
The watch part that serves as the womb to the woman beats with the pulse beat of the child within, whereas the mirror reflection contains no moving parts. An antique “Tabu” powder tin is imprisoned in an old pocket watch case. A tiny portrait of a woman is framed by one of the watch parts that make up the rest of this collage.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
So witty are you.
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Thanks, Denny.
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GREAT~1 I like it~!, well done.
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Love this poem Judy
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This is much deeper than the surface, and the retablo is fantastic, Judy.
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Thanks, as usual, Dolly. Thinking about you at this time. How many family members do you have in Ukraine?
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I have no family members left there and no close friends, but this is MY ODESSA! The city itself is both family and friend.
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