Self-Portrait MAG

August 22, 2013
By goldieshen PLATINUM, Arcadia, California
goldieshen PLATINUM, Arcadia, California
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I paint myself alone,
A dot in the distance,
On my own.
A lonesome scene,
A proud old girl,
Her face grass-green.

Life all dead.
And still unmoving.
Not right, I said.
It needs improving.

So I take off my head,
Add a stump instead.
The dull fat hat,
Swept to the sky
The road untread
Outlined in red.
My body a smear
Pressed to the ground,
With trees ringed around,
A bustling town.
Space compressed in sea.

The birds chirped a song;
The fish sang along;
“Shut up,” they said. “And be.”
So now I see, finally,
The sun is me, the sky me.
The world me. You with me.


The author's comments:
Deconstruction as creation.

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on Aug. 29 2013 at 9:25 pm
goldieshen PLATINUM, Arcadia, California
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Thank you so much! :) 

on Aug. 29 2013 at 3:01 pm
FerniB00 PLATINUM, Southampton, Other
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this is such pretty poem :) nice writing


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