“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones” — Albert Einstein

Thursday, April 15, 2010


She avoids the bathroom
where young girls gather
in a place of their own.

She sees double-lashed eyes,
pouty lips,
mirrors that elongate.

She sees college boys cheat
at pool. She toes the line
and throws weighted darts
at a receding board.

They see graceful
She sees young girls—
in the mirror
she sees old.

If you want to try your hand at the ultra flash-flash (55 words, no more, no less)
let the G-Man know. He runs this horse and pony show.


Brian Miller said...

hmmm...so is this young girls trying to look old to get the college guys...tricky buisness. nice 55.

mine is up!

G-Man said...

We sometimes see a different reflection, even when it is staring us in the face!
Excellent 55 Yvonne.
Thank you for your weekly Gem.
You Rock The Planet!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

Buzzard said...

I look in the mirror and see my dad. What's that all about?

Hootin' Anni said...

The trials of being a woman!

Loved your 55.

Sunrise in the City ---as always, scroll down below my Show n Tell. Hope you're having a terrific Friday!!!

Sh@KiR@ CK said...

Thank God, my daughters and I never been through that.
Well done!

Mine is here
Have you a great weekend!

John's comments said...

Thanks for popping by. It'll end in tears. Late for me, this week, what with work demanding I do what I'm paid to do. I mean, what a cheek. My 55 story here

Yvonne Osborne said...

Not so much. The story of a woman who is old only in her own eyes.
Thanks for commenting!

Yes, like photographs. "Why, that doesn't even look like me!"
Thank you.

You do? Not me. No, not at all.
Thanks for paying a visit.

Thanks for stopping and commenting!

Thanks for the comment. It wasn't exactly a mother/daughter thing. But different folks take different meanings from poems. I guess that is why I love the format.
Have a great weekend.

Yes, we have to "earn" a living. Hopefully it doesn't all end in tears. Thanks for commenting.

Talli Roland said...

Great 55! Love the title, too.

Anonymous said...

The mirror only tells one dimension of a three dimensional story... it is the tea within the cup that we seek, that warms us long after the vessel is fractured, chipped and worn.

This is so well written, Yvonne.

SandyCarlson said...

What age and wisdom reveal. Sometimes more than we want to see!

Wine and Words said...

The older I get, the more the mirror gets avoided. I feels so young inside, why ruin it with reflection? Toes the line. Darts, yes...but much can be read into that one line.

Leslie said...

The mirror is not everyone's friend. some treat it like a game.

thoughtfully written

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Yvonne Osborne said...

Thanks for coming over from Hyde Park! I appreciate your comments.

Right you are. Thank you so much.

Yes, I suppose that's true. Thanks.

W & W,
Thanks. You're reading me right.

Thanks! I'm on my way over.

Peter Stone said...

When we look in the mirror, our perceptions of ourselves always colors what we see. Interesting that it never matches how others see us. (Some times I don't even want to see myself in the mirror...)

Yvonne Osborne said...

Hi Peter,
The mirror doesn't intrigue me as much as it did when I was a girl. I'd stare at myself, studying each brow and crevice, mouth and nose. Now....not so much.


hope said...

Wouldn't it be nice if we looked in the mirror and just liked what we saw?

Another well told tale.

Yvonne Osborne said...


Paul C said...

The image may convey age, but not the heart.

Yvonne Osborne said...

There's a lot of truth in that statement.

Thanks for commenting!

PattiKen said...

I see a woman older than the young ones, who's wandered into the wrong bar. Too bad she can't see the beauty that a little age and wisdom brings when she looks in the mirror.

My 55 is up here.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thanks for coming over to comment. I appreciate it so much!

Jingle said...


two poetry awards,
hot blog award,
you are a princess award.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thanks Jingle. You Rock!

Louisa Casanave said...

I really enjoyed this poem, it seemed to linger in my mind after I read it and the imagery is potent.


Yvonne Osborne said...

Hi!Thank you so much. I'm glad it resonated with you. Sometimes it's frustrating when what you're trying to say doesn't come across the right way. So, thanks for commenting. I'll have to check out your blog. Thanks for visiting mine!