Discombobulation

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)

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50 Comments

  1. A geogeous poem, Eugenia.A profound expression of self. Love the animated image. Lovely!

  2. 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. 💖💕💖

  3. 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!

  4. Powerful poem. Truly enjoyed.💕

  5. I know whereof you speak.

  6. 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. ❤️✨🌹

  7. Beautifully written Eugenia

  8. Love the poem! Lifes journey has its challenges🙂. And that image is awesome! Wow!

    Pat

    Pat

  9. Perfection bowed to rejection … and where can it take us?

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  11. A most apt poem for that image of self draining away

  12. Wow, that’s a complicated scheme but your poem flowed so naturally

  13. 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…

  14. This is absolutely brilliant, Eugi! Bravo! ❤️

  15. Great imagery with the words Eugenia, awesome GIF 🙂

  16. 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…

  17. 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!
    💖

  18. Confusion is always a troublesome state of mind. Great poem. image is so apt.

  19. Love it🙌🏻

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  21. Beautiful, Eugenia!

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