I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please :)). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.
Snap. I wondered if I would be able to see my pink beanie in the photograph. It had been at least three weeks since Christmas had arrived and left, and yet I found a Christmas ball upon this tree. Hanging. Dangling. I felt the strange urge to reach out and snap the twig. Snap. I watched it fall, gracefully into the snow with a thud. It didn’t break. I could still see my damn reflection. The seemingly perfect sphere wasn’t so perfect. I could see marks of erosion and decay, like the ornament had developed cancer. My distorted reflection laughed at me, at my failed career. I kicked my reflection. Smash. It broke into a million, fractured pieces in the snow.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Ermilia 
Via de reflectie kijk ik in mijn ziel.
als een spiegel zie ik mijn leven.
Flits, weer een een stuk geschiedenis.
Rond als een wiel
draaien in mijn leven verder,
alles komt en gaat.
Rustig loop ik verder, naar een nieuwe spiegel
in mijn leven.
Through the reflection i look into my soul.
As a mirror I see my life.
Snap, another piece lost in history.
Round like a wheel
my life keeps moving on
what goes around comes around.
Quietly I move on, to the next mirror
in my life.
– Otheus
Ermi – I like the multiple uses of the snap. And the million fractured pieces, reflecting in the snow.
Otheus – I like the goes around comes around from the reflection in a mirrored orb.
Love, love, loved it!! And life goes on… Blessings, Terri
Hey Otheus. I loved your focus on the mirror. ‘Quietly I move on, to the next mirror/in my life.’ The ending is powerful and well crafted. Thanks for sharing your poem with us. I hope to see you again soon. 🙂
This poem has such a powerful and meaningful meaning 🙂
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I must be in a weird mood today, but here is mine and I hope you like it :
forgot to title it until after I published, lol.
Great work, Terri. Loved this part ‘If my life was solid/without cracks in my ball/However could my light/shine through then at all?’ What a great idea. Very true. Thanks for participating in Picture it & write this week. 🙂
Here’s Reflection. I hope not too many mistakes, I only had time for a once over.
That’s a real Christmas story right there! Just like the Grinch. Lovely. This should have been the image for the Christmas edition of Picture it & write. Ah well. A lovely little story. This metaphor was fantastic – ‘But these days it seemed Christmas lingered on. It remained, a defiant child clinging to the bedroom door at bedtime.’ Awesome work, Anne!
“I am glad that Christmas is over. It is now time for me to finish cleaning up from the mess.” Nancy said to her pet Frisky. “Let’s see if I can get under the couch here.”
Nancy shoved the couch away from the wall. “What is this? Did you need another toy?” She picked up a silver ornament from under the couch. Soon she had the vacuum cleaner hitting the edge of the couch. Frisky had ran into the bed room to avoid the noisy monster.
She stopped vacuuming and sat on the couch. Nancy picked up the silver ball. A tear dropped from her eyes as she remembered her grandma who died in November. That was how Frisky came to live with her. Frisky jumped on the couch and sat next to her. “I miss your former pet human so much, Frisky.” Frisky seemed to understand and laid down in her lap. The silver ball now had a reflection of Nancy holding Frisky in her lap. What is that? thought Nancy. She looked more closely at the reflection. “I thought for sure I saw grandma behind us.” Nancy cried while Frisky continued to purr in her lap. She felt sure that Grandma was in heaven and wanted to say “good bye” one last time. “Thanks for the visit Grandma. I will miss you.” After a while, Nancy put the ball on her book shelf where she’d always be reminded of Grandma’s last visit.
Lovely! I really liked this sweet story! blessings, Terri
Sweet and sad. I like “former pet human” and Frisky is a cute name for the cat!
Aw. It’s crazy how we can get so sentimental over objects when they remind us of our loved ones. What a cute, sad story. Thanks for being part of Picture it & write. I hope to see you again next week!
What flew into my head just now:
Every year I take the
Same picture of a girl in snow
Me still lost without you
Every year I see another
Picture of a snowbound woman once a
Girl still trapped without you
Every year I tie globes
On trees to shine like earthbound stars
Watching me grow without you
Every year I store reflections
Easier to do than the year before
Never me again without you
PS
These are once again, all great writing, thanks for letting us share in the fun, E 🙂
That’s just really beautiful, Janice! My favorite part is the whole poem.
So sweet. Amazing work. I love the repetition of the first sentence in every stanza ‘Every year I…’ I also loved the imagery of globes being like ‘earthbound stars’. Dazzling. Thanks for sharing your talent with us here at Picture it & write this week, Aurora. 🙂
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My world..yes. this is it, captured in a moment, somewhere out there in the snow. Do you see it, can you feel me? No.
I live, somewhere out there, in the lonliness of beyond you, beyond everyone else, walking through the world, with a single thought in my mind, looking for that answer that everyone searches for.
What is the meaning of my life?
This road or that?
Can you hear the scrunch of the snow under my feet? Feel the warmth of my gloves?
My hat! Do you understand the joy of its colour when I see it reflected in a window?
No.
We all have this place in the world, alone and yet..connected, somehow, some way.
Follow me..I am here, I am everywhere..
and so are you.
Wow, this is quite different, and mysterious. I like the ending. 🙂
I second what Eliza said. Very mysterious, different and the ending was great. Strong. Thanks for writing this week for Picture it & write. This part really heightened the intrigue for me ‘Follow me…I am here, I am everywhere…’ Awesome work!
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My own humble offering http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2012/01/16/picture-it-and-write/ I hope you like it. Joe
Lovely. I like how you took the most literal interpretation. Sometimes there are so many interpretations here at Picture it & write except the most literal one. What a great, slightly mystical, way to end your story ‘To send it to the source of the bauble, so very far away, where the snow never falls, but never out of her thoughts.’ A pleasure to read!
It took me a while to think of what to do! I decided to just settle with a 5-7-5 haiku 🙂 I love your entry by the way!
Vision all around
Solitary silver
Still, pure ornament
A great choice. I love haikus. There short, sweet and can pack so much awesomeness into so little words, just as your poem does. Thanks for contributing Mjray and we hope to see you next week!
Naughty children were no more deprived of gifts. The rules of Santa Claus had changed: the punishment was much worse.
She was trapped into a world where Christmas never stopped, where carols were her morning wake up call, where people could not imagine their trees without Christmas decorations.
Oh how she hated it! She despised the cold snowy weather which contrasted too much with the warm smiles of everyone else.
And nome of it was real.
She stared at her reflection everyday in the biggest Christmas bulb… and wondered if this nightmare would ever end.
Haha, a little inside out prison! Mirror, mirror, in the ball…
What an unexpected concept to write about. I love it! Well…I hate the world (I’ve never been too Chrismassy) but I loved your contribution. Another intriguing interpretation; awesome work! 🙂
http://masochisticqueen.wordpress.com/2012/01/18/a-quick-visit-to-say/
A bit of a late entry 🙂
An entry is an entry, whether late or not. 😛 Thanks for contributing this week Eliza. I really liked this phrase – ‘Occasionally she bit her lip and her eyebrows would discreetly dance on her forehead until coming to rest in a frown.’ It’s a great description for moving eyebrows. Great work!
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Picture perfect
Black and white
Snow-capped landscape.
Crisp northern air
pushed by southward winds.
Grips my nose, numb my chin.
Dulls the shining blade
Of consciousness.
Of thought, of feeling,
Cold remains.
I would scurry home
Through the frost-laden trap,
To warmth and freedom
From icy captivity.
But city streets are covered in white,
The sky shall be my shelter tonight.
Lovely. I thought this was great ‘crisp northern air…dulls the shining blade of consiousness.’ What a great metaphor! The ending ‘the sky shall be my shelter tonight’ seems…mystical to me. I like it. Great work! I hope to see you next week. 😀
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