self-portrait

self-portrait

A Poem by Emily B
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rough work

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Your mind painted a picture of me once

as I lay, body and mind at rest.

It seems to me today

that there are so many facets of me

that can't be captured

by even the most skillful artist.

I am practised at cunning camoflauge.

I cloak and cover and conceal

when the world wanders too close.

 

But you still see me.

You uncover my disguise

pull away my veil.

© 2011 Emily B


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ohh that was very nice Emily dear..i think it goes way beyond what the words do tell
i think every one has a special halo that goes around with him,but no one will see
maybe only a few though will see that,and discover what really lies deep in there
i just loved it
lovely write

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. oh ... gosh ... so beautiful ... so consuming ... so revealing ... and so compelling ... when reading a poem is about being in a precious moment, what can one say ... except ... thank you to the poet ... so, thank you, emily ... for this ravishing piece of work ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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this makes me smirk, i love it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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How enchanting and terrifying are those who can read us and see us as we really are. And how precious those who accept what they see, seeking to neither fix us or expose us. And how exquisite, of those few, the ones who stay with us anyway.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is really quite beautiful. I love it.

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Although you may cloak, cover and camouflage (sp?), someone has captured your image while you were at rest suggesting they got a good picture of you (though of course, you keep some for yourself or perhaps there is only so much one can know of another. Nevertheless, you know you are seen and therefore realized.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Yes, and atleast he tried.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Only those special few can see the "facets of me that can't be captured by even the most skillful artist." You've done a good job of describing the parts of oneself we learn to grow cunning at camoflauging. I liked the lines "I cloak and cover and conceal when the world wanders too close" since I do a good version of duck and dive myself. Well done, Emily. - Mimi. xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Absolutely beautiful! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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lovely and engaging introspection. you make your reader wonder why you would conceal who you really are, why you hide yourself. my only suggestion would be to maybe reconsider the use of "cover" in L8 since you use "uncover" just three lines later. just my opinion, though. i think L8 would be just as strong without it. really wonderfully penned.

~lori

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