Reflection

Reflection

Store front, downtown Olympia, WA

            

I have tomatoes of different colors & sizes lining my countertops waiting to be juiced or sauced. And drawing fruit flies.  A little light-hearted reflection is needed.

I recently upgraded my camera -better ability with the closeups. 

In the garden, Hosta Frances Williams

In the kitchen window, a reminder of my summer birthday and my daughter

   

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My son's roommate's car.  More than just reflecting blossoms of the Passion Vine on a window, reflecting back to days we drove cars like this daily.

         Last Summer, Cape Cod                                     

grandchildren

 On the drive home from church last Sunday, we past the funeral of a local fireman.  A different kind of reflection.

My husband, remembering his parents I never met. 

Reflections on Reflections Play

Poets finger frequencies chromatic

which few imagine, fuse into our days,

highlight dross in unexpected ways

turn common hieroglyphs to gold syllabic.

Poets tune to wavelengths which harmonic impressions

fleeting, turn to inter-plays outside time transformed.

For image stays as fly in amber; glowing, flowing, tonic

despite encroaching time's invasion chronic.

Reflections on reflections play. 

Relays found unbound, may color in life's grays,

unpick the spirit's drawbridge lock symbolic,

depict emotions which with rainbow tint

may move, may pain remove and joy imprint.  Jonathan Robin

 "color in life's gray, unpick the spirit's drawbridge lock, 

depict emotions which with rainbow tint may move, 

may pain remove and joy imprint"..

Holding a bubble and capturing my distorted reflection.  It appears I'm wearing a rainbow tint blouse, but no  (notice my inverted self in gray) 
the color is mysteriously reflected in just the right place on me. 
(This so fits the poem and only noticed after I pasted it below the poem)

In reflection:  My perspective IS my reality.