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look at them
just look at them
oh that beautiful pair

the them, the they
the sum total of
a celestial equation

but who am i
now that i'm alone
by myself

i'm too afraid
to know but...
that i do

i am what i am
a victim
of a time jester's truth

a crone, a nobody
tossed overhead
smashed underfoot

superstition's deathbed bride
seven white candles
burning bright

a puff of breath
a ring of fire
a cracked mirror, mirror

crazed, silent
yet still
i am alive

Rene ~ March 2012


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  1. S.E.IngrahamMarch 25, 2012 at 5:43 PM

    ooh - how creepy-sad is this? I really like it and it's quite a different take on the prompt from any others I've read ...

    http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2012/03/mirror-mirror.html

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  2. Brian MillerMarch 25, 2012 at 5:50 PM

    alive is a great thing to be...
    but this one feel melancholy for sure...

    superstition's deathbed bride

    is a great line and i really like that stanza...

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  3. Tess KincaidMarch 25, 2012 at 7:34 PM

    Enigmatic and sad...I really like "time jester"...

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  4. Other MaryMarch 25, 2012 at 10:16 PM

    They say time wounds all heels...
    Seriously though, the thoughts on ageing cut close to the bone for me. Well done Rene.

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  5. AnonymousMarch 25, 2012 at 10:38 PM

    i like superstitions deatbead bride the best

    mirrored

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  6. HelenMarch 26, 2012 at 11:28 AM

    Second stanza ~ stellar. Loved this!!

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  7. JinksyMarch 26, 2012 at 5:47 PM

    a victim
    of a time jester's truth

    How true this is for all of us! :)

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  8. Crystal PistolMarch 27, 2012 at 2:51 AM

    Then vs me. We all feel that percieved seperation, don't we? It makes life so sad and seemingly hopeless.

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  9. Carrie Van HornMarch 27, 2012 at 3:30 PM

    Alive....is a process that involves a lot of wrinkles and scars....all part of the journey.

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  10. Irish GumboMarch 27, 2012 at 9:40 PM

    Yes. Alive. Alive, I tell you!

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  11. Tumblewords:March 29, 2012 at 10:59 PM

    Oh, it's good to be alive...nice work.

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  12. Silent Otto March 30, 2012 at 10:47 PM

    I like this intense confrontation between " you" and the mirror. What are we really ?

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  13. LydiaMarch 31, 2012 at 6:25 AM

    I think this is brilliant. You got to the essence of the image, most definitely.

    Love this stanza especially:
    i am what i am
    a victim
    of a time jester's truth    .

    ......wow.

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  14. Sherry Blue SkyApril 2, 2012 at 1:13 PM

    ooooh, cool interpretation of the photo, kiddo.

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