You have been a familiar landscape to yourself,
all these years of seeing your reflection in mirrors,
shop windows, the still surface of a pond.
You thought you knew the prospect of your frown,
the parallel lines of your smile and the curves
of your hills and valleys. Until one day,
at a family gathering, when people are taking selfies,
group photographs and a special one of you,
you take out the collection of your life’s faces
and realise that the landscape has shifted:
it is inhabited by imposters in your skin,
and you were the one who let them in.
Kim M. Russell, 12th December 2019

My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: A/The Moment, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
In Sumana’s last prompt for Poets United, her Midweek Motif revolves around moments. She has quoted Bobby Fischer and Abraham Maslow, as well as sharing examples of poems about moments from Margaret Atwood, Rumi and the translation of a poem by Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska.
I do catch myself sometimes looking in the mirror and wondering both just who that person is and what do other people see when they look at me. (K)
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I suppose there are lots of different versions of ourselves at different ages.
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So true. I try to look at myself less and less each year. I am sure that older person in the mirror is not me. Ha
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It comes to us all.
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How I love this poem! I too felt I “have been a familiar landscape . . . ” And then, OH! Imposters. Realizations. It hasn’t been easy to still see age 25 at age 68. And then to love 68 and re familiarize myself . . . . SHARING!
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Thank yoy, Susan!
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A hard and almost unpalatable truth told so gracefully. “…the landscape has shifted:” So true, so true 🙂
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Thank you, Sumana. 😊
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I LOVE the idea of impostors in our skin. It telieves us of responsibility, lol. I remember looking in the mirror at fifty, and seeing my grandmother’s face looking back at me. Wow.
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I feel much younger than I am and it’s a shock when I can’t do things. My hands caused problems and I can’t open jars and bottles, and often drop things.
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Relieves.
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I remember a time I always checked out my reflection. Today, I usually avoid it!
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I’ve never liked mirrors.
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shifted … ha! Indeed.
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we do invite them I think… and it’s somewhat scary to recognize something and still see the unfamiliar things… the painting says it all.
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I think everyone has different faces for different people and occasions, and we often don’t realise it. I wonder what the world would be like if we just had the one face.
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Great! A challenging pice within which we can all I think recognise strands of ourselves, as we look back on how we’ve navigated our lives…
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Thank you, Scott.
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Maybe as the outside fades, the color seeps inside of us? I feel like a rich painting on the inside 😉
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Now that is a great comment, Jade: a rich painting on the inside! 🙂
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❤ Indeed.
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That is gorgeous and timely. The imagery is beautiful and the lesson is powerful.
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Love Lisa’s comment /I feel like a rich painting on the inside/. As a former actor who did resume photos regularly, and a consummate Selfie nut, I have welcomed old age into my reflection. As an actor, poet and teacher I applaud the character now residing in my face.
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You have a very interesting and expressive face, Glenn. 🙂
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I can relate to this. I try not to look in the mirror during the day…..I’m always surprised that I’m not 19 anymore!😂
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I wish I could have frozen tiem and stayed four – no responsibilities and my Grandparents looking after me!
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May this season bring you Joy and Peace!
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Thank you, Rob!
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This is wonderfully deep and wise, Kim! ❤️ I especially love; “You thought you knew the prospect of your frown, the parallel lines of your smile and the curves of your hills and valleys.”
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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So true and I like the way you brought us to the mirror and the realization.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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Love the twist in the ending lines Kim:
and realise that the landscape has shifted:
it is inhabited by imposters in your skin,
and you were the one who let them in.
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Thank you, Grace.
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That ending was a plot twist I did not see coming. Adore this creative line: “You thought you knew the prospect of your frown,”
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Thank you!
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This is a great poem. I guess we sadly succumb to playing different roles at different stages in our lives. It’s even sadder if we don’t recognise ourselves when all is said and done.
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Thank you, Nitin.
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This is a wonderful reflection (pun intended) to contemplate. I barely recognize myself sometimes and I try to look at what I was, what I am and what I strive to be. Sometimes I can’t look at all.
I do appreciate that you offered these words up and it caused a few thoughts.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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Great capture of that moment Kim — it seems like we all have a fixed imago of ourselves somewhere in our 30s, and when we meet up with our aging face in mirrors, we wonder Who is that old person? Fluidly and gently put here with a certain reflexion of yesterday’s national election in the UK. Who are we now?
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Thank you, Brendan. Once again, we’ve woken up to disappointing election results and wondering how much worse it can get. More homelessness, the dismantling of the NHS and goodbye to the EU, including the laws that protected us and gave us some equality. God only knows what will happen to Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland.
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A beautiful write Kim that resonates and I love Lisa’s idea that the colour seeps inside of us, creating a rich painting inside 🙂💜 xxx
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Thank you so much, Xenia. 🙂 xxx
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Very insightful poem, Kim, I think we have all had that experience!
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So true!
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Oh how true this is… sometimes even to the point on no recognition!
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I refuse to grow old gracefully, despite imposters!
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Yes! Yes!! We are what we are…!
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Love the painting!
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😊
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I so relate to this one! Turn around one day and you won’t recognize who you are anymore.
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I’m pleased my poem resonates with you, Phillip!
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Nice last stanza about the impostors in one’s skin.
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Thanks Frank.
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SMiLes i couldn’t
Be Happier that
i don’t Recognize
my Self as who i
was Just Now hehe..
For it is New Colors
of Life No Matter What
they are that are so much
Better
than
Never
Growing at
All DarK Thru LiGHT
Humans Who Never
Climate ChangeE
Even If They
Could Now
Will Surely
Go into
an
Ice Age
at Any Age
of Iceberg Life
Even a Titanic
of Politics won’t
Change A View oF Lie..:)
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Everything changes except Titanic politics! You’d think they’d learn, but they never do.
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Head Banging
On Ice Hehe..
Melting Ice
And Fire…
Sadly
So Still Now..:)
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I think there are many version of self living inside our human shell. There is the woman, the inner child, the poet and the perhaps the dreamer. Perhaps, in the reflective glass we see what appears to us that day. Sometimes, I wonder where have the pieces of me gone?
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Good question! I’m missing pieces too.
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