Relativity
every face looks
like someone else's, same eyes
same cheekbones, curve of chin
and the words our mothers
once said to us, a surprise
coming from our own mouths
someone should, perhaps
try something new
just a thought, the world is old --
there are so many similar people
walking around now
-- smh
The artwork is Lunch, by George Tooker,
1964, Columbus Museum of Art,
and comes to Small Works via Tess at
Magpie Tales.
1964, Columbus Museum of Art,
and comes to Small Works via Tess at
Magpie Tales.
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I see my mother everywhere I go. From the back usually. After my dad died, I would see him everywhere too. Of course mum is still alive, and I've embarrassed myself shouting after her when she wasn't there. I like your Sunday Scribble, Susan! That picture got me, I couldn't figure out what the heck they were doing at first. I'm a little short on sleep though, lol!
First: Yes! a fine gift to have have friends who are poets. There are good uses for some of plethora of communications in the world.
Second: Lots of sameness made even worse by people trying to stand out by all dressing alike. Hehe.
And OH that turning into our parents! Trying to be different and still find ourselves following the same path.
Nice work---one of these times I'm going to have to get involved with Magpie Tales.
Ah yes, everything is relative...well done...
true,
reflective and beautiful descriptions.
gave me a thought, although yes, almost everything is relative, now that I am here in Canada, i am always fascinated how, one family can have different hair and eye color in each member. of course we also have in the Philippines, gray/white hair for the young and old... LOL!
love this!..
JJRod'z
... try something new. ... the world is old. How refreshing, how true.
Relativity....nice take on the prompt!
trying something new might be refreshing...why is it we keep doing the same expecting different results? i like the voice you use in this...
we are more alike than we are different
Ain't that the truth! :)
What was it Oscar Wilde wrote? "Every woman grows to be like her mother; that's her tragedy. No man does; that's his."
Or something like that :-)
The truth indeed.
Anna :o]
Excellent!
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