Through my looking glass…

 

 

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. –William M. Thackeray

 

 

 

 

My looking glass is a relection of someone reaching, always trying to grasp a fleeting moment or a challenge.

That image in the mirror doesn’t show what others see, or what they will never know about me.  My shortcomings or triumphs, my sorrows and joys, each lies hidden in that glass on the wall.

Passing years seem softened somehow, so much kinder than the opinion of a camera lens.  The smile is the same and the heart inside that mirror image beats with the same anticipation of long ago.   Each day, I’m reminded to look forward while there is still time.

 

I quickly glance into the glass and see my past resting in a corner… on a chair that is running out of room.

 

                                   

 

 

 

 

 

 Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #48: Mirror Image

                                                    

Take a good look, decide what you see. Write about that. I see two sparrows carrying coconuts; try not to let that influence you before you get started. Whatever you see, that’s your prompt. If you really really don’t think you see anything in particular, do a freewriting exercise; just type random words for ten or fifteen minutes or so. Share whatever you come up with, even if you start an actual story halfway through.

I started writing this post before I did some heavy meditation on ol’ Rorschach.  Actually, when the topic of this prompt was mentioned a few days ago, I was drawn to a basic, everyday mirror image and all that it entailed.  Thus, today’s post for the link-up.

Then, just before I was ready to hit “Publish” this morning, the Lightning Bug prompt image jumped out at me.  Well, not really.  It just conjured up an immediate thought of what it made me think about…”Hal” from 2001 A Space Odyssey

                                                                    

No, no…trust me, I did not drop any serious drugs during the 60’s.  In fact, my mind even jumped from outer space to the kitchen, reminding me of when a 13 pound Lobster tried climbing out of a huge pot of boiling water.

Wonder what Rorschach would think about all of this?

 

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Sweet memories…

Sweet and colorful, each one hides under blades of shiny grass, nestled inside a basket.

The flavors dance on little tongues, bringing smiles along with a search for more.

Red, green, orange.  One by one, they disappear.  The fun of finding them grows short.

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup and Prompt #45: Short and Sweet

Write something under 350 words to fit the theme “Short and Sweet” – do this by starting your piece with either the word “short” or the word “sweet” and ending it with the word you didn’t start with. For example, “Sweet Pea was short.” Alternatively, “Short bread is too sweet.”

Short and sweet Easter Blessings to everyone!

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Eliza

 

                                                         Who didn’t love her?

 

She was someone who influenced millions of women in having a simple little black dress in their wardrobe, each one desperately tried to wear it with the same elegance.

 

I so wanted to be just like her.  Well, more like the Eliza Doolittle character she played.  How I longed for a chance to reinvent myself and become a different person, so well-polished, fabulously dressed, and schooled in the best etiquette.

Me being me, I could so identify with spouting out some profanity at a crucial moment as Eliza did at Ascot.  I loved that.

 

And I loved her heart, her dedication to others, as well as her remarkable talent.  She was graced with the reputation of being a humble, kind and charming person, who lived the philosophy of putting others before herself.

 

Gregory Peck read this poem by Rabindranath Tagore after her death, a beautiful tribute to an extraordinary woman.

 

Unending Love

 I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

 

Once Eliza, forever… Audrey Hepburn.

 

 

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #44: Character

Your prompt this week was to write a post about a character who has influenced you in some way in your life. Someone you read about once that inspired in you a certain way of thinking or acting.

                                  “Come on, Dover! Move your bloomin’ arse!

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