Coin

by Ingrid Prohaska

"Still life with Frog" Georg Flegel

It is said:
There are two sides to every coin.

It's just:
Sometimes it takes me awhile to figure out how to turn the damn coin around.

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Humor

Anger tried to kill Humor.
Finally Humor said, "That's a joke, isn't it?"

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska

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Just a thought ... #3

When rationality rules my life, then I'm just number two.

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Just a thought ... #2

It's quite easy to remove the clouds as long as my hand is reaching for the stars.

- just one of my thoughts

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Just a Possibility

I think I can imagine what is possible.

When I can imagine what I think is impossible,

then maybe I just think it's impossible,

although it might be possible.

Does this possibly make sense?

Or is it just an impossible thought by me?

Copyright © 2010 Ingrid Prohaska

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Why?

We start with a cry

and end with a sigh.

I just wonder - why?

Copyright © 2010 Ingrid Prohaska
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The Girl in the Mirror

by Ingrid Prohaska

Recently I was asked about my life history and that reminded me on a CV written in summer 2007. That time I was attending my first english lessons. We had to do homework and should write a CV about ourselves or a person we wanted to talk about. I decided to introduce my class "The Girl in the Mirror".

I can’t remember our first meeting, but I know I met her when she was about 4 years old. There was an invitation to a carnival festivity in kindergarten. She wanted to be “Pippi Langstrumpf”. Her mother dressed her, made those typical plaits and painted freckles into her face. She looked out of the mirror and – I was shocked – and she started crying, “No, no mum that’s not me!” I really felt strange about her look.

I know I met her at the age of 10. She had a new haircut. She looked at me out of the mirror I think a hundred times that day. I thought she was really good looking. I felt like she was looking like.

I met her again at the age of 13. Her face had become spotty. I felt mercy with her, but – I didn’t like her face. I couldn’t feel like she was looking like.

I met her again at the age of sweet 16. She had got her first kiss that night. I thought, “That is a kissed girl looking like?” I missed something in her eyes.

I met her again in the age of 22. She lived together with her boyfriend. She had started a serious life, had started to wear serious clothes and had a serious haircut. I didn’t like the woman in the mirror. I felt strange about the woman I saw.

She split up, she changed the job, she started to study, she moved the apartment. She was on holiday. When she looked out of the mirror I was pleased to see her. I felt like she was looking like.

She worked too much, she had a lot of stress, she missed time for herself, she missed love, she looked for happiness. She couldn’t find what she missed. The woman in the mirror looked old, had hard features, small dim eyes, her mouth was just a line. I couldn’t stand the woman in the mirror. I didn’t want to feel how she was looking like.

She quitted her job, she took up her study again, she started to enjoy life. She was 36. When I met her that time I said, “Hey Lady in the mirror you look better!”

At the Cemetery's

A cemetery is a place where present, past and future meet each other.

(photo taken on the Central Cemetery in Vienna, October 2009)

Copyright © 2009 Ingrid Prohaska

Something about myself

Sometimes I have a lot of fun with myself.

And sometimes I think I should punish myself.

But then - I have to laugh ...

Just a Thought ... #1

Even an imprisoned soul has the desire to bloom.

(Photo taken in Vienna, 9th district)
Copyright © 2009 Ingrid Prohaska


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