Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Magpie 54

Photograph © Tess Kincaid
Photo prompt for Magpie Tales #54

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PIECES

If there was a specific day
that I started to fall apart,
I can't recall it.

Mirrors now reflect
only worn and faded pieces
of the youth I remember.


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13 comments:

  1. HelenFebruary 22, 2011 at 2:25 PM

    A universal emotion .... simplicity and complexity joined.

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  2. Betsy Banks AdamsFebruary 22, 2011 at 4:24 PM

    Neat photo and poem, Pat... Let's try to keep the pieces together --and quit looking into the mirror... ha ha

    Is that the same Kincaid family --which does all of the fabulous nature paintings?????

    Hugs,
    Betsy

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  3. GeorgeFebruary 22, 2011 at 10:08 PM

    I really like this photo, but I don't like to think about starting to fall apart.

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  4. signed...bkmFebruary 22, 2011 at 10:25 PM

    simple and so full of question and promise....thank you...bkm

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  5. LouiseFebruary 23, 2011 at 7:08 AM

    Great take on the prompt and a brilliant opening line for a short story or novel.

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  6. rhymeswithplagueFebruary 23, 2011 at 7:09 AM

    We should all fall apart like you....

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  7. JinksyFebruary 23, 2011 at 9:33 AM

    At least a jigsaw is easy to put back together again, eh pat? LOL :)

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  8. MartinFebruary 23, 2011 at 10:07 AM

    Nice one, Pat. Thank goodness for being short-sighted, everything I see in the mirror, is reflected in soft focus.

    Poetry24…where news is the Muse

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  9. Doctor FTSEFebruary 23, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    Yes, very nice. How many of us feel like this, the more so as we get older.

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  10. Tumblewords:February 23, 2011 at 3:54 PM

    Why is it always so un-defineable? That day when... Wonderful writing!

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  11. Kristen HaskellFebruary 23, 2011 at 7:50 PM

    Do you ever wonder when you first felt your first real emotional pain and was it as hard as what prompted you to write that? When I write pieces like that I sometimes feel like they are stacked in a bucket and at what point will that bucket overflow and than I realize that I've been draining the bucket all along with writing.

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  12. TrellissimoFebruary 24, 2011 at 6:06 AM

    I think you expressed this feeling exactly!

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  13. Tess KincaidFebruary 24, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    Yes, I see the same in my mirror, as well.

    (No, Betsy, not the same Kincaid, but maybe connect somewhere back in the distant DNA.)

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