Thursday, January 03, 2019

Reflections


 
Acrylic Paintings and Poem by Me


Reflections

Reflections abound as a symphony of silence surrounds  its arms envelop

Selfishly time has flown by faster than a wild horse at full gallop

Afar the fiery orb bids its final farewell to the lingering shadows of day

Tardy birds relish the dying embers as homeward they wend their way

Vignettes of happy moments enjoyed a word a smile your hand in mine

Selfish am I in my desire of you your time your presence your being divine

Together we once were one…fleeting seconds in a lifetime of years

A nimble minute in the lightning flash of our lives not without tears

Thank you for the laughter the fun the nonsensical joys we shared

Mostly for your intelligence and friendship showing you always cared




It is a given, I believe, this time of each year causes one to reflect upon the past.  However, for me, the timing really is no different…because, for me, every day is filled with reflections.

I looked in the mirror yesterday.   Upon seeing my reflection, I received such a shock!  I almost collapsed in fright!    It’s not a healthy practice; one I'll have to cease doing!  It’s not good for my heart!


30 comments:

  1. Lee, be glad that you once looked in the mirror and were not displeased. One of the advantages of having to grow a beard about 45 years ago was that it hid enough of my face to make my appearance less displeasing to me. Your words are both poignant and reflective and I'm sure echo what many of us feel.

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  2. Hahaha! G'day there, Graham. I think it is only when we have grown old that we appreciate what we looked like when we were younger....me, anyway.

    Reflecting on the "young Lee", I now realise I wasn't a bad-looking young woman...although I didn't go around thinking that at the time! My head wasn't swollen or up my nether region!! lol

    Unfortunately, I'm unable to grow a beard, so facially everything is visible! It's enough to scare small children away...even in broad daylight!!! lol

    Ahhh...it really isn't as bad as that....well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!

    Thanks for coming by. :)

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  3. Yes, i've learned the art of looking in the mirror just enough to make sure the part in my hair is straight and nothing more.

    Reflecting on the past enough to learn from it is a good thing, there are too many good things in the right now to live there, though.

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    1. Hey messymimi....I hoping 2019 brings good things.....not only for me...but for everyone. :)

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  4. I woke on NYD a little weary after staying up until after midnight. I sat up in bed and looked in wardrobe mirror and then said a few bad words about what I saw in the mirror. Nevertheless, onward we march.

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    1. Hiya, Andrew! I finally drew the curtains around 2.30 am New Year's Eve/Day morning. I'd not partied the previous evening...but I still bypassed the mirror the following morning! :)

      Onward I hobble...not march! Thanks for coming by! :)

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  5. It's really only through photos I 'see myself again'. I wasn't a mirror gazer at all so don't really remember what I looked like.

    And the funny thing is Lee, each time I look in a mirror these days I don't see myself but my mother! Then again it's almost a given because if you compared photos of myself as a younger person with her at the same age there are distinct similarities

    Did you ever exhibit Lee? Paintings/art that is lol. The sky scene at the top of this post is so very calming maybe you should get prints made and donate to local fundraising efforts

    Oh I nearly forgot......Happy New Year

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    1. And forgot to say.... I loved your little tale over at Lissa' for this week's WFW..

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    2. Hahahaha! No, I never made an exhibition of myself, Cathy...although, perhaps there are some who would disagree! lol

      I was never a "mirror gazer", either...used only when getting ready...putting on make-up, doing hair etc., Enough is enough, already!!

      Happy New year to you, too, Cathy...I hope only good things come your way and the way of your loved ones. Thanks for coming by. :)

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    3. And, thanks...I glad you enjoyed my tale. :)

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  6. Judging by your paintings and your rhyming poem, you've got great talent, Lee!
    As for the reflection in the mirror, I don't know about others, but I look in the mirror everyday when I comb my hair, and before I leave home to go out - so, I get used to my image whether I'm pleased or not. The main thing is to be alive and well.

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    1. G'day, DUTA...Well, I'm well, and am still alive...even though the heat currently is doing its best to kill me! I won't go down without a fight! There's life in this old girl yet! :)

      Thank you for your generous comment re my paintings and poem...and thanks for coming by. :)

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  7. Your paintings are lovely.
    Looking in the mirror, what do we see - we see ourselves ❤

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    1. Yeah...but that doesn't mean I don't still get a fright, Margaret! :)

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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    2. I do not think we see ourselves. We see the vessels in which we are carried along. That's all.

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  8. Love your paintings and your poem.
    I avoid mirrors as far as I can. And am shocked (and not in a good way) when I do see one.

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    1. You and me both re the mirrors, EC! lol

      Thanks for coming...I'm glad you like my paintings and poem. :)

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  9. I love the pain tings and the reflections picture. You'll have to put soft lighting around your mirror. I don't bother much with reflecting on the past year, I just get on with the next one.

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  10. D'oh! paintings not pain tings (*~*)

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    1. Aha! I was wondering there for a while what you meant, River! lol

      I think I have more fun in my reflections...and had more fun in my reflections than I will have in the coming year...unfortunately...If I survive the heat...I might have something to rejoice about...

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  11. Would I be right in thinking that you had Randall in mind when you wrote that poignant poem? As for the pictures - I love the way that you have captured the low sun and the clouds in that top one. Very effective.

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    1. G'day, Yorkie...I wrote the poem some years ago...and resurrected it yesterday for an airing, and a touch-up! It's quite possible, subconsciously, I did.

      That sunrise painting was from memory - a memory of a brilliant sunrise I witnessed one Sunday morning back in 1999...sitting in the high dunes along the foreshore of Sunshine Beach, a little south of Noosa Heads - on the southern side of the Noosa National Park.

      It was the most magnificent sunrise I'd ever seen...have ever seen. It looked like a brilliant crystal city (that's the best way I can explain it)....it took my breath away...I was transfixed.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  12. People often are not pleased with what they see in the mirror, be they young or old. Though our bodies and face change with age, the person inside never totally leaves their youth.

    Happy New Year, Lee.

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    1. Hey Arleen....I've not yet reached my second childhood...still playing around in my first! I'm in no hurry to leave it! :)

      I wish you and your loved ones the best that 2019 has to offer, Arleen. Take good care...and thanks for coming by. :)

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  13. Love your paintings...both thsse down with paint and those done with word. A New Year is a time of reflection for sure but oh...that reflection in the mirror....shiver. I wrote about mine not that long ago.....The Face In The Mirror.

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    1. G'day Delores! Yes! That damn stranger that turns up in the mirror! It sounds like you've one that has taken up residence in yours, too! I wish they'd find a home of their own, and stop scaring us! :)

      I'm glad you like my dabblings....you're a lady of fine words...so thank you very much. :)

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  14. I do like your paintings and your poem.
    I don't mind mirrors (too much), and they are handy when doing my hair in the mornings :)

    Hope your weather may have cooled down a little.
    My good wishes.

    All the best Jan

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    1. Hi Jan...at the moment the humidity is horrendous. I've just arrived home after a quick visit to my local supermarket...and I'm dripping...melting!

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  15. Beautifully written. Beautifully painted. You have a lot of talent.

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    1. Thank you, Sandra...it's well-hidden...only coming out to play once in a blue moon! :)

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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