Or, some nights are made for exhilaration, of life itself, wouldn't you agree?
For some reason, I feel Tess Kincaid's image this week brings this beautiful, reflecting Angel to life. How wonderful it is that we have The Mag blog to unleash our thoughts.
THE MAG
Are there really Angels about us?
Or are they mere reflections of ourselves?
LIFE SENSE
Opposing forces
all about
give me pause.
Am I
a mere reflection
of myself?
Do you see me
or what you want to see?
I'd rather be a merry-prankster,
than a miserable woebegone.
How about you?
Why ever do we
spill our worst self
upon another?
When we can ride waves
that milk the night
and trust the stars?
I'm tired of bearing
my most vulnerable self,
wedged within lost chapters
of my untitled stories.
Let's burst out laughing.
I've shed my umbrella of weariness
that's wandered a distant lane
or two
too achingly embarrassed
to admit being lost.
14 comments:
i love the last stanza.
Some nights are made for watching your team lose on tv.
I don't like those nights!
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Do you see me ... Or the me you wish me to be? We have been wondering that since time began. Very nice!
This is incredibly deep and moving. I hope your questions are not merely rhetorical.
Tis the time for deep questions and snow
ALOHA to YOU
from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^=
"am I merely a reflection of myself"
interesting thought to ponder...
Oh yes let's lose that umbrella...
Inspiring! The poem calls to unleash whatever we have inside...
I love your words (which made me think).
My philosophy - 'Let's burst out laughing.'
Who needs an umbrella!
Anna :o]
I think you are right on both counts , Twin cities......its all a question of balance ..
All this " worst self" stuff i think is a dangerous delusion, at best.
It's a hard thing to unveil ourselves. Until we feel the safety to do so.
Please keep on unleashing! Merry-pranksters, stick together!
There is something unusual and magical about the photo. It is partly the lighting, partly the colouring and partly the look of the woman posing for the picture, she has just the right kind of face, somehow.
There is something unusual and magical about the photo. It is partly the lighting, partly the colouring and partly the look of the woman posing for the picture, she has just the right kind of face, somehow.
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