Silver and hard, / Fragile it can break like our egos,
The focus of our self assessment of our beauty I find interesting.
In your eyes / I saw reflection / Some kind of affection / Your adoration
THERE WAS SO MUCH IN THIS YOUNG WOMAN’S MIND / REFLECTING ABOUT HOW HER LIFE WAS MOVING ALONG / SHE WANTED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE COULD FIND ...
Donna, Your artwork REFLECTING is awesome Please check out my friend Donna’s (hickerson) other awesome artwork and / writings on RB
Raise your eyes little one and view the world as it is / Though there is imperfections in the leaves and the sky
Another Poem inspired by the art of another Bubbler the wonderful Lady Hilary / Her piece Totally Upside-down Picture gave me a laugh and then these words swamped me [as these poems do! lol] I was thinking of a child, lady of the lake, Narcissist, innocence, ignorance, fear etc / and no none of this a reflection of the RB artists :O) / Enjoy! ♥
I walk down wet concrete stairs for what seems an eternity, trying to concentrate through all the frustration clouding my thoughts.
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Beauty is something you have to be willing to see. You sit in a diner and you see the reflection of yourself, transformed into some other…
This was a comment in regards to a Red Bubble sort of post/conversation. I liked it well enough to rescue it and post it here Sometimes I do my best work when answering other people. None of these photos are mine, all of them are images I found by googling such things as “cafe reflections” , “beauty”, “reflections in a diner window”, and “raining” For the record, I love diners! They can be called cafes, coffee shops, diners, or whatever, I love them. The sort of places where food is good and fairly cheap, windows are ready to be looked out or into, odd characters come in (if they don’t already work there) and the waitresses are not afraid to give their opinions on what you are reading or their two cents about your conversation. To me, they are the best and brightest of all things American.
The light / scalds. / The light / burns her. She / is precious. / She cannot / see.
My reflection is a terrible monster.
The softness calls / There are voices in / the thin night. Chemical smiles / and metallic skin. / What a taste we are.
Sometimes when it’s blunt / it’s best
“Come to the window… / I can see myself more clearly, / here…” A Valkyrie goddess – / gold and pink, / with the heart of a dying child; ...
A poem dedicated to my beautiful, Goddess of a mother who died tragically when she was young (26) , long story, and all she taught me of life through her tragic death and sacrifice. This is a poem written from her perspective in italics, her words to me…at least, those are the things she taught me… I love you, Mum. :)
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