In Life’s Mirror #poetry #uganda #photography

In the mirror of a water bucket I see:

A blur of color

children with bright hearts

flames cannot douse courage

little girls pump, pump, pump

feet steadily move up the hill

“more water”

little heads bear yellow water jugs

school books brown edged

blue chairs too hot to touch

 ashen are next day’s reflections

 parents anxious to know education’s fate

stories told, songs we sang, things we made

in the mirror of my heart

 stout hearts of orphans

 smiles contagious

 over flow of son’s rays of love

*

Fire rages fierce

days merge breeze takes them away

color filled smiles

 

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Mirror.” 

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Mirror Image #art #sundaydevotion #poetry

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Percieved image

momentary

seems so real

blurred

can’t see clearly

thought can delude

images

take new form

mirror taken away

I see truth

sunlight bright

freed to be

Me

The search to “find oneself” is an ongoing quest. Looking in the mirror doesn’t always help.

Maybe because it’s a distorted image of who we really are.

Don’t cease the search, but remember the Master knows  (and sees) the real you.

The unveiling will occur one day and we will behold not only self but Truth with no obstructions.

 

“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

John 8:32

“Now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.”

1 Corinthians 13:12

New Normal #poetry #art

Cassatt

her neck touched by a blunted blade

it left her headless, what a shame

new body formed,  paper mache

chique her skirt in prison gray

couldn’t set her clothes on fire

they were made of chicken wire

maison we shared looked like a box

a cage with one enormous lock

she held her broken mirroire high

the birds had picked away her eyes

madness in Forth, oh what a shame

I never even caught her name

 

*Forth is a small village in Scotland

 

The prompt at Poet’s United this week is “Weird”. Lewis Carrol inspires weird as does a modern sculpture I saw this past weekend.

Photo: Close up of Mary Cassat’s beautiful painting “Mother wearing a sunflower on her dress.”

 

Can’t Be Seen #devotion #poetry

car image

Look closely in the mirror

I want to clearly see

instead an image blurry

 lacks much clarity

Intently like a  fox

I daily chase the thought

seeking more the truth

“run the race” is what I’m taught

believe what you don’t see

peel back all the lies

so much have you been given

a faith to set you free

Faith is something you are given not something you can learn in a textbook. It is a belief in something you can’t see. Close your eyes and believe in the truth, it will never mislead.

“But prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was.…”
James 1:23 & 24
“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”
1 Corinthians 13:12
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No One Can Keep a Secret #haiku #photography

Today our third episode of  ”Full Circle”, a special feature at our Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special  weblog,  and the goal is to write haiku with the twelve (12) words I will give. It’s a kind of word-whirl and you have to use the words given in the clock-wise direction. So every word has to come in the line of it’s place on the clock e.g. mirror you have to use for line one (1) and leaves for line two (2) and so on.

The goal is to write haiku using the 12 words as given in the clock wise way.

Here are the 12 (twelve) words for this new episode:

  1. mirror
  2. leaves
  3. rain
  4. butterfly
  5. chrysanthemum
  6. breeze
  7. stars
  8. clouds
  9. ocean
  10. daisies
  11. cow shed
  12. secret

it’s  in the mirror

fluttering leaves carry it past

spilt in the rain

*

on butterfly wings

chrysanthemum join whispers

carried on the breeze

*

stars seem to hear

what the clouds cannot  hold

caught on ocean’s spray

*

sunny faced daisies

gossip in the cow shed

no one holds a secret

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What tale can you weave with these 12 words???

Don’t Look Back #poetry #photography #relationships

Those are my bridges burning

in the rear view mirror

deep breath

 someday it will end

Rocks to climb

they are before us

we’ll get hurt

through life’s turns and bends

desert rocks

put away the thoughts

that are behind now

that pain can never

change

keep driving toward

tomorrow

the clouds promise

clearing rain

Golden Mesa

then one day

look in the mirror

reach for beauty

once out of range

dance in moonlight

embrace the forest

new life

blots out old stains

pink rose

Each week Poet’s United provides great prompts. This week the prompt is mirror. Susan also encouraged us to integrate a true story. poets united

Photography: All images were taken on a trip along Route 66 (a southern highway in U.S.)