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Sunday, June 14, 2020

ABLUTION




Hidden gaze
melting
into steam-frosted mirror.
With a finger I sketch
the face
that I will wear today.
Tomorrow I'll begin again
with a clean slate.

19 comments:

  1. Oh, if it were only that simple! Love this poem, though, because it speak of possibilities anew each day.

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    1. Thank ye kindly. It's just about establishing an intent for the day in one's mind.

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  2. Like The Teach, I, too, wish that it were that easy; though I WILL admit: as I age, a new face every day becomes easier and easier. Maybe it's just a memory-failure thing...

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    1. No need for drawing a face if you're going out in your face mask. Some things get easier as other things get harder.

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  3. Goody .... I get a new face tomorrow. Love this bit of poetry, Tim.

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  4. I never look in the mirror because the person looking back is not me. I look much better than that in real life:)

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    1. I've thought that very same thing myself :)

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  5. I really enjoyed this and the chance to ask which face shall I wear today

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    1. In a day full of choices, that should be the first one, eh?

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  6. Old and grey that I be, at least I recognise me!

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  7. Love this, Tim! I’ve got to the age where I don’t recognise myself any more – a new face would be welcome.

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    1. Sometimes I say, who is that man in the mirror and how did he get in here? I better call the police!

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  8. yes, begin the next day with a new and improved person from yesterday. i love it!

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    1. "NEW AND IMPROVED"--like the products we see advertised on TV!

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