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Saturday, February 07, 2009

Man in the Mirror

I never know who I’ll find staring back at me in the morning mirror.
I swear I wake each day with freshly-morphed marrow encased within the same old skin.

It was a week or so ago when I woke convinced that all words had lost their meaning. I had been regaled by so many proved false.

There are days when I wake an optimist. A warrior. A vagabond.
An exile. A forlorn lover. A dreamer.

Today I woke a pessimist.

I wonder if the Sun finds all of this amusing?

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"By acting like a man in love, he became a man in love again..."

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Blogger tipota said...

"...freshly morphed marrow encased within..." that phrase really got me, great image, solid picturesque writing that doesnt lose the heart connection wherever it goes, me too today, me too, maybe its planetary and the sun probably finds everything amusing, or nothing amusing, or maybe the sun is just the opposite of a black hole in space, a white ball in space
"lucky old sun just rollin round heaven all day"

Sat Feb 07, 08:07:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

I gotta say, the Sun's got a pretty good gig. You got the thrill of fusing all sorts of atoms together to make heat and light so beloved by all ('cepting, maybe, vampires). Then, you get to bow out in a blaze of unimaginable glory, whether as a supernova, or quasar or...gasp! hole.

Not a bad gig. Not a bad gig at all.

Sat Feb 07, 08:59:00 PM  
Blogger Selma said...

I often see different aspects of myself in the mirror in the morning. And I wake with different personas. My favourite is dreamer. Just about anything is possible in the guise of a dreamer.

Sat Feb 07, 09:25:00 PM  
Blogger anna said...

The worst mornings are the ones when I hate what I see.

Sat Feb 07, 09:58:00 PM  
Blogger Ponita said...

The reflection of a new day... with a new you... with new and endless possibilities....

It is what you make it, Jonas... be that blaze of glory for the next two or three decades. (You never know.... you might live that long!)

Make the most of it. Push the pessimist away and drag forth the optimist. Try that one on for size and see how it feels.

Have you gone to the shelter and gotten a cat or a dog yet?

Sun Feb 08, 08:36:00 AM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

Mirrors can be the enemy. I prefer the way I look in my head!

Sun Feb 08, 10:54:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Ah, Selma! We would be lost without the dreamers, poets, artists and songbirds, no?

Oh, Anna, let's hope those mornings are very few and very far between. Remember this: you daughters will always love you!

You offer practical wisdom, Ponita, and (of course) you're right. I haven't adopted any fur faces...yet. But the day draws nearer.

Hurrah! Princess Cheese (she of the mangled ankle) offers the best advice. In my own head, I am forever young, vibrant, athletic, dashing, chivalrous, intrepid, and altogether more than I ever was or could ever hope to be. Yeah. I like that guy.

Sun Feb 08, 06:10:00 PM  
Blogger Ponita said...

Silly man.... Jonas, you are still all of those things... just a tad slower and with a little more grey around the edges. But that is still you.... take a closer look in the mirror, soften your focus and you will see him standing there.

Sun Feb 08, 07:33:00 PM  
Blogger citizen of the world said...

Sadly, the Michael Jackson song immediately popped intot my head.

I'm an optimist by nature, with pessimistic moments. (Sometimes long moments, I have to admit). And the good news (she says optimistically) that if it is ever shifting for you, you might wake tomorrow feeling good and centered again.

Mon Feb 09, 06:34:00 AM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

Amen brudder man... we are fine aged wine!

Mon Feb 09, 02:02:00 PM  
Blogger Woman in a Window said...

your words are intriguing
your photos perfect

are these your photos?

Fri Feb 13, 07:53:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Ponita, dear, I suffer from severe astigmatism and near-sightedness. I take my glasses off before gazing into the mirror. It doesn't help.

You just hadda mention Michael Jackson, eh, Ms. Citizen? I gotta believe his "mirror-experiences" venture deep into the surreal. I'm NOT that far gone.

While you most certainly are a fine-aged wine, Ms. Cheese, methinks I'm more like a tub of cottage cheese a tad past its "Best Used By Date"

Thank you Ms. WW. I wish I could claim the photos as mine (given that I have a Masters in photography), but, no, I simply surf-the-Google for imagery to paste into this scrapbook blog of mine.

Wed Feb 18, 07:29:00 AM  

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