Darkness, Puppet, Mirror, Sponge
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Smiles and laughter are void, not by design are they there. Like face paint from a clown, I wear this smile. Distorted and disguised I muster up not my voice, and yet I hear a laugh. I am a puppet.
Images of beauty do not move me, numb I am to sight. Grappling in the darkness I hide behind my rainbow. I desire to feel the warm of red. Still I put before you these images of beauty. I am a mirror.
Expanding, absorbing I gather pain. An emotional bottomless pit I take in what has been cast out. I throw out self-regard; please do not empty what I now hold. I choose to be a sponge.
All these things I am and then I am not. You are all these things and then you are not.
There are hidden darkness warriors, make believe puppets dancing pretty on strings, imaginary mirrors reflecting beauty we cannot see and then the absorber, the sponge.
I am a sponge. Absorbing and expanding, seeing all that is thrown out. This is my synopsis of expansion and all that I absorbed this week.
Before you pass up that simple interaction or that post you just read look closer. Which describes what has been presented? Let them know, honestly, allow your self to absorb. Show someone today you can be his or her sponge.
Peace my friends
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16 comments:
OMG, Jules. This post is, well, perfect. I just woke up from a black goo sleep, twelve hours in dreamworld. You described me so perfectly.
I'm going to the clinic today, wish me well.
And just WOW! that rebel, Olivia
I'm not a sponge enough. I need to take in more. Especially of my family. Some days I look at my y son and wish I had said more to him during the day.
CD
You surprise me everyday!
I like what Clarissa said. I agree and I try to do the same :)
What an interesting post Jules, very cleverly thought out and written.
I enjoyed reading it.
Take care.
Yvonne.
I was worried for awhile but I read on...good!
Wow, this was awesome. I sat here, trying to pick a favorite and I couldn't. Just wow!!!!
I really like the mirror one, but the sponge one is.....well, something we should practice and strive for more often.
You might be a sponge, but you're also a poet. Amazing. :)
Thank you all so much. This what happens when you leave me alone to read your blogs. All of my words I found in you. :D
beautiful!
But what if I have been so much of a sponge I now would rather stay dry and hard than take in everything others want me to soak up? Then I become the mirror or the puppet? Oooh... you gave much to self-reflect. :) Insightful piece! Janelle
So much to think about as we pass each-other, either virtually or face-to-face.
Let's just hope we don't fill up as sponges - you know, when it's so packed with water that no more can go in. At the moment I sort of wish someone would give me a nice, good squeeze to release some of the water building up. Until they do, I'm afraid I'm a mirror more than anything.
And I'm not even sure I'm following the metaphor anymore.. ;P Great post, though :)
Hey Jules- this was a very fluid poetic post and as always you found a way to move me with emotions. I do not think I am a sponge, some days I really wish so I could absorbed everything, but mostly I just wish for more time, time with my kids, and my writing, and my friends. Thanks for posting. I hope your day and weekend brings you laughter.
I make it a point to never be "interrupted" by my family regardless of how busy I am writing. I take in what they have to say and never make them feel that they are being burdonsome. Be a sponge to people, especially those close to you.
Stephen Tremp
This is an awesome post. Yes, it is good to be sponges, but it is true what Cruella says, sometimes we are just TOO full up..:)
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