I lost myself
confused by my own reflection
I lost myself
a troublesome thing in itself
expectations lost direction
perfection bowed to rejection
I lost myself
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #239
We have a situation prompt this week
You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror.
The Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter.
Line 1 :: A—four syllables
Line 2 :: b—eight syllables
Line 3 :: A—repeat of line one
Line 4 :: a—eight syllables
Line 5 :: b—eight syllables
Line 6 :: b—eight syllables
Line 7 :: A—repeat of line one
-Eugi
featured image – lovethispic.com (Lunapic enhanced)
“I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things that aren’t meant for me.” unknown
A geogeous poem, Eugenia.A profound expression of self. Love the animated image. Lovely!
Thank you so much, Suzette! 😊
A pleasure 😊
The best thing about losing one’s self, is finding one’s self again.. and learning to leave the lost self behind as we explore the newfound one..
Great poem Eugenia. 💖💕💖
Thank you and so very true, dear Sue! 💖
I love this poem, Eugi! It is superb in both style and substance. <3 May we always like the person we see in the mirror!
Thank you very much, Cheryl! 💖
Powerful poem. Truly enjoyed.💕
Thank you, Grace! 💖
My pleasure 💕
I know whereof you speak.
I feel you’re not alone, Liz! 💖
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Mee-yow WOW Miss Eugi yore Rondelet iss amazin!!!
You are so tallented.
BellaStia Mum started to cry when shee red yore poem….shee said shee has changed to much lookss-wise shee no longer recognizess herself!
You REELLY rite amazin poe-etry that touchess peepss deeply!
~~~head rubss~~~BellaDharma~~~ an {{hugss}} BellaSita Mum
Looks change for all of us through the years but it’s inner beauty that matters! I’m glad you liked the poem. ❤️✨🌹
Beautifully written Eugenia
Thank you, Sadje!
You’re most welcome
Love the poem! Lifes journey has its challenges🙂. And that image is awesome! Wow!
Pat
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Thank you, Pat!
Perfection bowed to rejection … and where can it take us?
That’s up to us and we should never give up.
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A most apt poem for that image of self draining away
Thank you, Derrick.
Wow, that’s a complicated scheme but your poem flowed so naturally
Thank you, Deb!
In search of, that perfection of the self, we are, bound to, get lost, because, the perfection we seek, is usually, by, others’, definitions of, who we, ought to be…
So true! Thank you for your comment.
This is absolutely brilliant, Eugi! Bravo! ❤️
Thank you so much, Punam! ❤️
My pleasure.
Great imagery with the words Eugenia, awesome GIF 🙂
Thank you so much!
I’ve gotten to know some of my limitations, about getting lost.
While I could if pressed, I no longer drive at night.
Mirrors… or reflections. Gosh – I’ve just had a visit with an elder with memory loss… I’m not sure that by evening she will remember we met at all. Is that how I’ll be in 30 years? That’s a reflection I can do without.
I no longer drive at night either. I don’t dwell on my future much, especially as I get older. I try my best to live in the now!
Something to be said for some pre-planning. I had a relative who did that. Saved the family grief – knowing what and when to do…
Yes, pre-planning is a great help. I had a husband that died and we owned a business together. He had everything pre-planned. It was a great relief to all involved.
May he rest. As we get older, through no fault of our own or regards to others ages – it seems we almost know more folks gone than here… We two women in the close circle one mid eighties, the other close to 90… One probably has pre-planned. The othher… not so much.
We have standard wills in place. Need to think about ‘that’ – since I like the option of letting science have a go, and then ashes…
We had a relative do that. Though it was over a year before the spouse got the ‘remains’… We do have donor marked on our drivers’ licences…
wow I love this form and your poem Eugi. A relatable familiar tone. I think we need to lose ourselves every now and again to come back in a new form with renewed vision!
Love this!
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I am delighted you like it, Cindy! ✨💖
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Confusion is always a troublesome state of mind. Great poem. image is so apt.
Thank you, Indira.
Love it🙌🏻
Thank you!
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Beautiful, Eugenia!
Thank you, Susi!
You’re welcome, Eugenia!