Look closely at this illustration. Can you see an old woman, a young woman, or both?
Based on an idea from
Every Photo Tells a Story.
MY INNER CHILD
My Inner Child's in mourning
For she passed a looking glass
And she saw the awful ravages
That daily come to pass.
My Inner Child is merry,
She only lives to play,
But the Inner met the Outer
In a looking-glass today!
More depressing thoughts here:
4 comments:
Hi.
I think in rhyme
all the time.
I just saw that one of your favorite movies is "The Children's Hour". I saw that for the first time about a month ago. I really liked it! It really reminded me how mean little girls can be!
I saw the younger woman first, but after I could "see" the older woman I had trouble switching back again!
Your poem expresses an essential truth, I think. Everyone always feels the same on the inside; and yet, the outside can become quite disorienting!
Oh you said this well! My mirror has been quite rude of late!
I saw both...
Young is Zing
Old is Gold
A ZinGold pic and poem..!!!
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