Mirror Image
Who is the person
reflected in my mirror
over the past 77 years?
First me
then my mother
then my grandmother.
A reflection first of youth,
then lines
deepening into cracks.
It took me a minute to write the poem but two plus hours of sorting through 160,000 photos in my photo file to find photos to use with it. I never did find the actual photo I wanted to use. So goes life. It is true that a few years ago I started to see my mother instead of me when I looked in the mirror. Recently, it is my grandmother’s deeper wrinkles I see.
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W3 poetry prompt
For this week’s W3 prompt, Tia offers us the following guidelines:
- Theme: The bittersweet, painful, or unsettling aspects of the past and its hold on the present;
- Optional Challenge: Use imagery of shadows, cracks, or reflections to add depth to the theme;
- Form: A “square” (e.g., 2×2, 3×3, 4×4, or any other pattern you choose);
- “Rows” represent stanzas;
- “Columns” represent the number of lines in each stanza;
- For example: 3×3 = 3 stanzas of 3 lines each; and 4×4 = 4 stanzas of 4 lines each.
- Theme: The bittersweet, painful, or unsettling aspects of the past and its hold on the present;
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It took me a minute to write the poem but two plus hours of sorting through 160,000 photos in my photo file to find photos to use with it. I never did find the actual photo I wanted to use. So goes life. It is true that a year ago I started to see my mother instead of me when I looked in the mirror. Recently, it is my grandmother’s deeper wrinkles I see.
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I understand this entirely. I am having the same experience.
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Apparently I am very much like my maternal grandmother, but it;s my Mum I see in the mirror every morning.
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Are you also playing David’s W3 now? Well done, Judy.
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I just did it for the first time, I believe…
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Yours came out well. Did you enjoy the game?
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Yes, but my poem was very brief. Fun to write to prescription if it isn’t too involved. I give up on the prompts that have you doing 7 different things at once..except for ones with lots of word prompts. That’s okay as it is fun to see where they lead you.
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Have fun!
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I probably look like my dad would have looked if he’d lived. The white hair is my aunt Jo and my grandma on my mom’s side.
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I love your beautiful white hair. I was surprised to see that your hair was very dark when you were young… unless I confused you with someone else in the photo.
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Oh Judy, thank you — in that photo my hair looks darker than it ever was, but it was auburn. It started turning white when I was in my early 20s so it had a lot of time to get here. 😀
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I would love to see a photo of you with red hair. I always wanted to have auburn hair. My boss when I worked for Bob Hope described me as a strawberry blonde but I never saw myself as that color.
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Here you go. I was coloring it, but there are almost NO color photos of me as a kid except slides my dad took that have darkened in time. https://marthakennedy.blog/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/ananda-the-redtail-boa-and-me.jpeg
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Now that is read hair! Have you seen the photo of me with a phython around my neck? I think we would have liked each other in our 20s, too, Martha.
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Ah, in this photo I was 44 or so. That’s Ananda, a Colombian Red Tail Boa. He was the tamest, sweetest little snake — just a baby. He would curl up under my neck when I took a nap. I liked him very much. I was only baby-sitting him. They become very large, and his owner found him a good home.
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I don’t see my mom or my grandma when I look in the mirror but part of that is sad because I miss them both. Once in a while I will “see” something in myself that reminds me of my mother, which makes me smile.
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That’s really what I am seeing.
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Must be a common experience!
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That’s one thing I like about writing posts…It can be surprising how much people sometimes identify with something you thought was just your own “thing.”
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Then the older members must have been beautiful
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Thanks, Derrick, but you can see for yourself as my mother and grandmother are pictured next to me.
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Succinctly stated Judy.
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Unusual for me, Sadje..
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You can do short when you want
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I can!
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😍
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Sad yet Beautiful!
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As a firm believer that it is in the cracks that the real beauty is found, I enjoyed this immensely!
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I just published a book last year that has a poem that says the same thing. I’ll try to find it.
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It’s more or less the jist of kintsugi pottery, I just stated it a little differently.
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Found it, Violet. Here is the link: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2023/05/01/roadmap-for-dverse-poets-pub/
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Judy, the layers of generational connection in your reflections create a beautifully bittersweet portrait of life’s inevitable changes.
Much love,
David
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Thanks, David. Beautifully stated on your part.
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hi, Judy 😃
just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the amazing Jaideep Khanduja, is now live:
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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hi, Judy 🥰
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by li’l ol’ me, is now live:
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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