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Self Portrait
Teeth nibbling
at fingernails and pen caps,
a nervous--or bored?--habit
built from need for
something
to be happening,
mismatched socks,
room
a colorful disarray
plastered with art
and clips of life
as it passes by
in sluggish pieces
she clings to.
She seems to have nested...
(or is she trapped?)
Unsurprisingly,
there is color.
In her hair,
eyes,
makeup,
clothes,
words she churns out
in hectic jerky spurts
of rhyme
or reason
or maybe teenage angst
--one of her favorite words.
To the eyes
seeing the poet in her,
she is disturbed.
To those glimpsing friend,
dedicated
and loyal
as lioness.
To potential mate,
she is flighty
vulnerable
broken
and in no desire
for the help
that is so readily there.
To see the fear in her
is to see the dark underbelly
of the
happy-go-lucky
songbird
flitting idly
from sunshine to dark
with big dreams
bigger problems and doubts
...
or is it the other way around?
She huddles
over
precious nouns
and
precious mana
of too much caffeine
and secretive notebooks
and the blessed keyboard
but,
inexplicably,
despite poetry produced best in the dark,
she is happy.
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