"What do you plan to do with your one, wild, precious life?" -Mary Oliver

Friday, March 5, 2010

First,

you lose the impatience of youth,
linger over emerging bulbs
And let the phone ring.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
from the first step out of bed
to grinding the next day's coffee,
I am my mother after all.

I rub the bump I’ve developed in my palm
And gauge the knob on my wrist.



The idea behind this Friday writing game, called 55 Fiction Fridays, or 55 Friday, is to write a complete story in 55 words. If you can do it, don't forget to let the G-Man know. I'm amassing a number of these nuggets and who knows....I might find another story idea buried in the rubble. Give it a try, those of you out there who say you can't do it. The story is right outside your window (or in the palm of your hand).

T! G! I! F!

13 comments:

She Writes said...

Well done. Loved the mirror mirror on the wall... I am my mother after all!

Tricia J. O'Brien said...

OH the spookiness of realizing what is cemented in our cells. Wonderful 55.

Brian Miller said...

mirror mirror...it seems i am my father more and more...yep, holds true here as well. great 55!

g-man said...

Yvonne...
Another Gem My Dear!
I'm sure your Mom was/is a Great Talent as well!
Thank you for your Friday addiction, I'm Damn Proud to be your enabler...hehehehe
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

Jemi Fraser said...

Nice! I can see my mom emerging at times too :)

Susan at Stony River said...

I am my mother after all, too! Really scared myself the other day in the bathroom mirror, after I'd taken off my glasses LOL

Your 55 words portrayed it all so beautifully -- I loved it!

Amber Tidd Murphy said...

what a beautiful piece.

Peter Stone said...

Awesome perspective on life as we mature. Love the way the heading was part of the poem.

SandyCarlson said...

I am my mother, too. In so many ways. Well done.

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hi Yvonne:)

Greetings:)

You have beautifully summarised the aging process. Just 55 words and your have very vividly summarised what we all feel as we grow older.

I was greatly attracted and impressed with the words-YOU LOSE THE IMPATIENCE OF YOUTH.

Even to day morning I was in a hurry to have my bath. I stood under the shower, wanted to apply soap, wash and dry myslef and get out as fast as I could. Then suddenly a thought struck me. Where is the need for me to hurry? Where am I rushing? Have I not rushed around all these years? Automatically I slowed down and took my own time over the bath.Believe me, I felt a great peace and calm come over me. I never thought about age at that time. But now after reading your 55 words story, I fully appreciate what I did this morning.

It takes a trememdous amoout of creativity, thinking,effort to write a story in 55 words. Kudos to you.

Have a wonderful day Yvonne:)
Joseph

Yvonne said...

Amy, Thanks so much.

Tricia,
Yes, spooky!

Brian,
Thank you. Thanks for stopping!

G-man,

You you, Sir. My mother is a Great Talent indeed!

Jemi,

Thanks! Yes, I find myself even talking like her!

Susan,
Hi! So glad you like it. Thanks for commenting.

Amber,
Hello. Thanks a bunch!

Peter,
Thank you so much. Yes, I think that's a cool poetic device. Glad you liked it and thanks for visiting my blog.

Joseph,
Thank you! Wow....I think my self-esteem just edged up a notch. I'm happy my words touched you and that you then took the time to tell me so. Comments like the ones I've received here make this effort worthwhile.
Thank you again.

PattiKen said...

Love the mirror mirror on the wall stanza! Well done.

My post is up here.

Yvonne said...

Patti,
Thank you very much.