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life, or something like it, in poetry and photos

Weekly Photo Challenge: Self-Portrait

They say

we know
who we are
in adulthood -

sister,
not brother
,
wife,
not mother  -

a prosaic mosaic,
fragments of a self

but don’t ask me
to complete the picture -

time has lost
more than a few pieces

December 18, 2011 - Posted by | Home, Photography, Poetry | , , , , , , ,

53 Comments »

  1. Nicer post Bluebee he,he :)

    Comment by jakesprinter | December 18, 2011 |

  2. Love it!

    Comment by jmgoyder | December 18, 2011 |

  3. Haha! ;)

    Comment by nrhatch | December 18, 2011 |

  4. Oh bluebee, this is just so spot on, fabulous way to meet the challenge. Cheers, girl!

    Comment by theonlycin | December 18, 2011 |

  5. Guess I should say what I really feel about this one…bravo!

    Comment by slpmartin | December 18, 2011 |

  6. love the photo

    Comment by nursemyra | December 18, 2011 |

  7. very clever self portrait :D

    Comment by amira | December 19, 2011 |

    • Thanks, Amira – I took it a few months ago – had a hard time getting a shot without the shadow of my hand :)

      Comment by bluebee | December 19, 2011 |

  8. Fantastic, BB: had this very strong image of shards of broken mirror, each with its individual reflection though it still makes a whole. We’re multi-faceted, different things to different men.

    Comment by kateshrewsday | December 19, 2011 |

    • Thanks, Kate – you’re right – we are multi-faceted and also appear as a completely different whole to different people. I like your image of the shards of inividual reflections :)

      Comment by bluebee | December 19, 2011 |

  9. This is a great shot and poem!

    Comment by Lula Harp | December 19, 2011 |

  10. Really love the poem!

    Comment by Gilly Goldsworthy | December 19, 2011 |

    • Thanks, Gilly – your entry for this week is a joy :)

      Comment by bluebee | December 19, 2011 |

  11. Oh – what a chord you touch, BB!
    Nice
    John

    Comment by johnell74 | December 19, 2011 |

    • I sometimes feel as if I’m a song of discordant chords, John, haha. Thanks :-D

      Comment by bluebee | December 19, 2011 |

  12. Your poem is beautiful. We really are fragments of our life.

    Comment by Angelia Sims | December 19, 2011 |

  13. You and time should have been more careful with those pieces ;) Interesting poem bluebee , esp. love
    ‘a prosaic mosaic,
    fragments of a self’

    Comment by Gabrielle Bryden | December 19, 2011 |

    • haha, you’re right about that, Gabe ;-) Do I detect a professional note of concern there? :-D

      Comment by bluebee | December 20, 2011 |

      • haha – I’m starting to sound like my Mum – she was bemused by people who would talk about not finding themselves or ‘who am I’ – though your poem could be written by someone with Craft’s disease (craft ‘can’t remember a fkn thing’ – hahahaha) ;)

        Comment by Gabrielle Bryden | December 20, 2011 |

        • Your Mum would have had the same reaction to Elizabeth Gilbert as I did, then… ;-)

          Craft, hmmm…now there’s a diagnosis that didn’t come up on the internet, haha :-D

          Comment by bluebee | December 20, 2011 |

          • yes, Elizabeth Gilbert would not have been Mum’s cup of tea ;) and Craft’s disease is only suffered by AUstralians I think – haha (I had it when I was younger)

            Comment by Gabrielle Bryden | December 20, 2011 |

  14. Wow, so well put together, all the little pieces of who we are!

    Comment by Patti Kuche | December 19, 2011 |

    • Thanks, Patti – if only we could complete the jigsaw once in a while :)

      Comment by bluebee | December 20, 2011 |

  15. So true… so much of our lives are spent trying to hang on to the pieces!

    Comment by gnunn | December 19, 2011 |

  16. Dear Bluebee, Now we know why the bee is your alter ego/gravatar — that head of thick honey-colored hair! You’re still not willing to show your face in virtual public, are you?

    Comment by Monica | December 20, 2011 |

    • haha – yes, Monica – and “Blue” is one of the less disparaging nicknames for a redhead in Australia

      Comment by bluebee | December 20, 2011 |

      • I didn’t know that, Bluebee. And why should a redhead be disparaged? Love ‘em!

        Comment by Monica | December 26, 2011 |

        • It is a polarising hair colour, Monica – you won’t know the half of it (unless you’re a redhead :) )

          ‘love you’ in this excerpt from Yeat’s poem: For Anne Gregory -

          “Never shall a young man
          thrown into despair…
          ..love you for yourself alone
          and not your yellow hair”

          could just as easily be substituted with ‘despise you’ ;-)

          thx
          bb
          xx

          Comment by bluebee | December 26, 2011 |

  17. Oh yes. Time has definitely lost a few pieces. Very poignant, Bluebee.

    Comment by Selma | December 20, 2011 |

    • Hopefully it fills in the gaps with something better, Selma :)

      Comment by bluebee | December 20, 2011 |

  18. Hmnn I was a little bit curious of whats behind this golden hair of yours bluebee..I like the poetry it blends with what the photo wants to say..

    Comment by john tugano | December 20, 2011 |

    • And what it doesn’t want to haha – thanks, John :)

      Comment by bluebee | December 21, 2011 |

  19. Wow, an interesting portrait indeed :) Thank you for sharing your picture with us!
    Greetings from Switzerland,
    - Pierre

    Comment by Madman | December 21, 2011 |

    • Thanks, Pierre – Switzerland? What a wonderful Christmassy place to be :)

      Comment by bluebee | December 21, 2011 |

  20. Sometimes when I’m tired all I feel I have are bits and piece, fragments but on most days life is good. Nicely done!

    Comment by Renee Espriu | December 22, 2011 |

  21. Creative and smart interpretation. Nice self-portrait capture.

    Comment by Just Ramblin' Pier | December 22, 2011 |

    • Thanks – I enjoyed your “shadow” and Stig-like takes

      Comment by bluebee | December 22, 2011 |

  22. I love your idea of your being a mosaic. That is just what we are; all our parts glued into one whole. Lovely, Bb!

    Hope my computer isn’t affected, but it shouldn’t be ’cause I also use AVG, haha!

    Comment by adeeyoyo | December 22, 2011 |

    • Thanks, Adee :-D

      This problem with AVG seemed to occur in a small window – I thought it was WP, reported it and not long after, WP responded and the problem disappeared (AVG set to update automatically on my laptop).

      Comment by bluebee | December 22, 2011 |

  23. Time, I believe, has lost a few of my pieces too! Or maybe I’ve lost them.

    Comment by Thomas Davis | December 27, 2011 |

    • I prefer Time as the agent, don’t you? ;-) thx, Thomas

      Comment by bluebee | December 28, 2011 |

  24. Love the hint… :-)

    Comment by eof737 | January 3, 2012 |


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