Am I the man you wanted to become In all your wildest dreams at break of day When world was green and summer still to come, The ball in hand and everything to play? Time was when hopes were high and every hit A winner bound for glory. Only I Can see that curve-ball coming in a bit To leave you thrashing empty air and sky. I cannot climb like Alice through the glass To show you how to laugh away your tears - This one-way mirror lets no signal pass To tell you I'm the stronger for your fears. Alone you'll keep a vigil through the night To stand with me this morning in the light.
Image: http://www.tianxinqi.com
Inspired by the photograph above I started to write this sonnet but struggled with it until this morning when by chance a facebook friend posted the magical clip below. I’d seen it before but forgotten it.
Serendipity*, you might say, but how could I not finish the poem after seeing it again?
*If you want to read my earlier post on Serendipity, please click on the link in this sentence.
If we could just go back, even for an hour, what would we tell ourselves? What would that young self make of what we have become – the compromises, failures and decline? What happened to the ideals and hopes?
You made me think.
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You can’t unring the bell … something Paul Kantner said which I quoted in my tribute to him
https://davekingsbury.wordpress.com/2016/02/08/we-can-be-together/
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It makes me wonder Dave, when I started thinking about what I wanted to be as opposed to what I was. It’s a journey through a one-way mirror, ever so hard to go back. –Curt
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Who needs to, when here we are?
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🙂
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Beautiful. I love the reflective nature in the opening line of questioning the inner child. Nicely done!
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Thanks for reading … the child is father to the man!
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It’s always a surprise to look in the mirror. (K)
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I always know what I’m going to see but seldom get it right …
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Wonderful post!
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Thanks. I enjoyed putting it together.
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reverse aging..
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Indeed … roll on my second childhood!
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ha ha..if we are young mentally, age cant do anything on us..
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Very true, Akhila, just now working on a post about my childhood as a way of reconnecting!
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That’s a touching poem, as was the dance clip that accompanied your post. Incidentally, I’d love a mirror like that for days when I’m in danger of being late to work since I wouldn’t have to shave.
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Glad you liked it, Bun! I’m not a dance fan, usually, but this has such emotional depth it’s irresistible. Your mirror would also be great for giving one confidence before a date …
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I agree about both the emotional depth and the usefulness of the mirror. I’ll have to check Amazon later and see how much they cost.
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Beautiful! I especially love “This one-way mirror lets no signal pass / To tell you I’m the stronger for your fears.” Something I need to remember right now!
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Somebody older than me once said, ‘Hang on in there – it gets better!’
Well, I’m still waiting …
No, just kidding, he wasn’t wrong!
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Lol!
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It’s a cool idea for a poem. So many things could be said. Between “dreams” and “fears” you’ve got it covered.
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Appreciate that! What rings my bell is the idea that we are so many people and reflect so many cultures that we are close to a new evolutionary breakthrough … if that makes any sense. I love exploring unthought-of territory …
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A good one
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This is great! Thanks for sharing
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My pleasure, thanks for reading!
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