Riddle of the Sphinx (in Oedipus Rex by Sophocles)
What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?
A favorite quote:"Eccentricity saved my life. It became my life. I thank God for it." Dorothea in the play "Eleemosynary" by Lee Blessing
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“She” in the Mirror
I look in the mirror – expecting a young, vibrant girl – seeing instead, a lined, sagging, aged woman. Yesterday, the girl was there. Never beautiful – she was one of those acknowledged as “a great personality” – but smoother, tighter skin, shinier hair, whiter smile, fuller lips – no jowls or chicken neck – Who is this ancient in the mirror? Where did she come from? She wasn’t there yesterday. She stares back at me as if she knows me. Are her eyes familiar – an erstwhile spark hidden there? Do I recognize the antique face? I don’t want to. But I know. . . “she” is me. (Sigh. . .) –Dawn Cawthon Behrens Linking lines: theonlycin-My Body
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You are so fortunate to have such a beautiful painting of yourself.
Thank you! So nice of you to visit. I love this poster.
today…..i feel i’ve earned every wrinkle on my face……maybe tomorrow will be better! ::sigh::
Well – at least we can say we got our wrinkles the old-fashioned way – we earned them. Of course, you haven’t earned very many yet!
What a brilliant poem…as I read it I thought of the Mose Allison song “I Looked in The Mirror”…it has a similar plot line.
Thank you, slpmartin. Very kind words from you – your poetry creates such vivid pictures. Mose Allison is a new name to me – so, of course, I had to do quick research. I didn’t find this song. But I now have been introduced to another musical listening outlet.
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Beautifully written and I love the pic.
“She” is the canvas of your life, your treasure chest.
I’d like to link this to your poem:
Thank you, Cindy. I agree. And you’ve written about that beautifully in your poem. I have linked to your poem at the bottom of this page.
Yes, I love that pic too. It’s a cropped version of a poster for a play in which I appeared (see Grandawn’s Stage Faces). Me in makeup with a pic of 1st Daughter as a teenager.