Looking past the mirror,
My mind's reflection adored a youthful smile seen ;
Your warmth remembers me,
Just the way it used to BE.....
~~~^¿^~~~
I look into the mirror, now in my later years, and I see an image, an illusion of self.
An illusion because of it's temporality. Also because it's not a true reflection of my mind.
I view the image now at over 60 years old, knowing the image can't shoot the jump shot I once did at 16, nor swing the bat I once did in my youth ; but my mind still believes it can.
The adventurer, Ponce de Leon, once journeyed in search of the "Fountain of Youth" in the America's. Little did he know, the true journey is an inner exploration, needing only the proper compass and map to guide one's self.
I love the me in my mind's reflection.
The me that has grown to understand and know,
The me that has gotten closer to my true self, also closer to my God within'.
The me, getting closer to the Likeness and preparing to shed the Image, the illusion,
like the chrysalis, eventually casting off it's old self, and becoming a butterfly.
From the illusion of the Image, too the trueness of the Likeness,
How truly great it is To BE...
Categories:
jump shot, growth,
Form: Free verse
There is a fellow named Paul
Who loves to play basketball
He can run, shoot and pass
And score lightning fast
And is only three feet tall
Categories:
jump shot, basketball,
Form: Limerick
Job Interviews
Infinite feints
for a lane
to go driving.
Still there’s
no opening.
Jump shot
pumped from afar
spits in the net,
sole sound.
The bucket is made,
but the ball
the ball is still bouncing.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
jump shot, on work and working
Form: Free verse