Saturday, March 03, 2007

The Mirror


A mirror appeared at the end of the hall
A whisper of time, a beckoning call
*
The glass looked old and mottled to me
And more than reflection it seemed to see
*
Who was the woman just standing there
The warmth in her eyes shining through her despair
*
With a knowing look, quelling all rage
I understood then that the mirror was age

12 Comments:

Blogger Tammy said...

Very cool art! I loved your poem and I especially liked "The warmth in her eyes shining through her despair." No matter what your eye's always shine (windows to the soul). Love ya!

5:10 PM  
Blogger Anvilcloud said...

We do see life reflected differently through older eyes, don't we?

5:12 PM  
Blogger KGMom said...

Oh Pam, all I can say is bless you--mirrors and age, something we all relate to!

6:25 PM  
Blogger Laurie said...

Another wonderful post, Pam. You really are an amazing artist.

9:57 PM  
Blogger pepektheassassin said...

You put away your cape and tights? I can't believe you put away your cape and tights! (I just told Tammy I thought the two of you were the Dynamic Duo).

You were just kidding about putting away your cape and tights, right? Right!

10:16 PM  
Blogger Potato Print said...

Hi Pam,

It's a poignant, almost haunting image. I still don't quite understand how Photoshop works.

I relate to this poem so well -- all except the rage. I look at myself in the mirror so often at home. I just look and look, and I notice the grey hairs and the more knowing eyes. I see sags around the neck. That reflection is a measure of the inevitability of life's trajectory.

I understand the rage and despair part. It's so excellent that you can express those two instead of holding them in.

11:32 AM  
Blogger Cathy said...

Yes - age - and I see the wisdom that accompanies it if we've lived with an open heart.

I just saw your excellent artwork that Laurie is using for her program. A picture like that creates so many thoughts - so many questions. The accompanying poem added a dimension that resonated with me. Though I know you must miss your pastels, it has to be satisfying to create powerful images in this different medium.

Cathy from Looking Up

7:13 PM  
Blogger Laurie said...

Pam, in response to your question on my blog; yes, you have my permission to "play" with any of the photos on my blog or flickr site. I am honored that you have asked. :)

10:05 AM  
Blogger Ginnie said...

A beautiful poem, Pam. I have had that experience in a much less poetic manner...I pass a store window when shopping and see this old lady looking back at me. "Who could that be?," I say...only to realize that it's ME !

9:59 AM  
Blogger Thailand Gal said...

I have the same experience as Ginnie... except I can add "how did I get so freaking fat" to the questions I ask. :)

Peace,


~Ch

2:46 PM  
Blogger Mama P said...

Pam, that is so true. I'm 37 now and see so much of what you see now. Not that I don't like myself (as you don't like you) but there are some serious changes between early 20's and late 30's. The thing is, I still feel young - like Andrea - so how am I going to feel in double this time? It's going to be a wild ride. I say I come visit and we take your wheelchair out on the highway alongside some butch Harley men, stop at a roadside cafe', down vodka and listen to your punk rock grandson's music on our Ipods.

7:11 PM  
Blogger Mama P said...

Hi - I meant to say not that you DONT like yourself... wanted to be clear because it's obvious you have self-confidence that shines through your art. I love that.

7:12 PM  

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