the sides
of inside
and outside
of this side
and that side
are you more reflective of your mother's side
or your father's side?
not that i'm
taking sides
i mean,
whose side
are you or i on anyway?
perhaps this is your good side
and that is your bad side
maybe you walk on
the dark side
the wild side
perhaps you live on
the other side . . .
or maybe it's as simple as
you live on
the other side of the tracks . . .
no matter
because i'm on your side
and i will stand by your side
(keeping my side of the bargain)
even
as i learn about sides of you
i didn't know existed
visual prompt provided by tess of willow manor
34 comments:
It's quite interesting where this image took us through your questions of sides. I've heard that especially in the early days of film, many of the stars refused to be filmed on their 'bad' side. It became problematic when two stars had to face one another in conversation or a kiss, if their 'bad' sides did not complement each other!
i love it... with all the questions all throughout the poem, yet you end it up positively. love it...
JJRod'z
...so many sides to fill... so little self for the world.. adorable.
Good day.
~Kelvin
ruth - i've heard that of film stars throughout movie history although nowadays i imagine its possible to digitally wash out any disagreeable features. steven
thankyou jj! steven
kelvin - all those sides leave little room for self. a good insight. steven
What an ingenious response to the prompt. I thoroughly enjoyed it:-)
Very interesting thought. The two sides of my face are not exactly similar, though I still can't decide which is good and which is bad. I feel it represents two different aspects of my nature.
Our good sides and our bad sides, our dark sides, our wild sides, I call them my nasty bits. We all have them. The bits that we prefer not exist and yet to deny those bits gives them so much power. Better to see those sides. Love this.
Clever words around the theme Steven.
Very interesting theme and variations.
I live on the edge.
Inside and outside I am both exactly like both parents, yet completely different.
I'm not trying to be clever - it happens to be true!
We don't really think much about "sides" until we try to define specifics with each other it seems. This was fun and insightful all at once!
Rick
being a gemini i know all about the two sides....we will never give in to each other!!
the subject definitely has two sides which you brought out beautifully.
A nice riff.
This was thought provoking AND fun. :)
hello jabblog, thankyou. it was fun and intriguing to take apart the stories behind the face. steven
hello sg, i think most people have that assymetry about their physical self and that this extends into the beginning of their sense of themselves. steven
hi lilith - we acquire, dvelop, refine sides for different circumstances. to know them and then to own them is the beginning of any real self-work. then to let them all go for the sham they are. steven
ahhh weaver - thanks! steven
lucy westenra. thankyou. i aim to unpack. steven
ellen - i see you there. steven
reya- can you hear your parents talking with you or about you inside your own conversations? steven
very true rick and thankyou for your kind comment. steven
kay i've often wondered of there's a third party develops in geminis, something that rises above the binary self. steven
friko - playful and serious and unpacking the possibilities. steven
hope - i'm glad! it's what i try for when apprropriate. steven
Looking closely at each side of the photo .. I'm struck by the fact they could almost be two different women.
Fascinating ~ your poem!
Clever redundancies.
I was quite taken with the juxtaposition of the two sides of her face. Exciting to see you picked up on it, as well. Charming write, Steven.
very interesting poem magpie
rambling sauntering
falling down lines of wonder
I love that you split the image it really changed my perspective, she actually looks quite different one each side which does make you think about contradictions of personality. Very intriguing poem
love the playfulness.
share 1 to 3 poems with poetry potluck week 41 today.
bless you.
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