self-portrait
A Poem by
Emily B
rough work
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
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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The beginning was mind blowingly good. To me, it suggested how subjective the self is and the polarity between what is percieved and what is known. But i think the last stanza could be worked on a little bit more. IF you lose yourself in this then you might find your way out with something of great value.
Posted 13 Years Ago
The beginning was mind blowingly good. To me, it suggested how subjective the self is and the polarity between what is percieved and what is known. But i think the last stanza could be worked on a little bit more. IF you lose yourself in this then you might find your way out with something of great value.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
I like the way you distinguish between the perceived and the real, especially when we think we 'know' somebody. Thank you for sharing this!
Posted 13 Years Ago
I like the way you distinguish between the perceived and the real, especially when we think we 'know' somebody. Thank you for sharing this!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
The softest light and most sensual shadow
call you to a sitting of love...
he sees the line running through
you are like the deep underground stream,
in the magical light trailing a summer's storm
your line connects with the tip of his brush
from his eyes you have nothing to hide
he paints glimmering reflections of secret
curves
his gallery of humble glory... his true love
Rossen
Posted 13 Years Ago
The softest light and most sensual shadow
call you to a sitting of love...
he sees the line running through
you are like the deep underground stream,
in the magical light trailing a summer's storm
your line connects with the tip of his brush
from his eyes you have nothing to hide
he paints glimmering reflections of secret
curves
his gallery of humble glory... his true love
Rossen
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
The softest light and most sensual shadow
call you to a sitting of love...
He sees the line running through ~
You are like the deep underground stream,
in the magical light trailing a summer's storm
Your line connects with the tip of his brush
from his eyes you have nothing to hide
He paints glimmering reflections of secret
curves
His gallery of humble glory... his true love
Rossen
Posted 13 Years Ago
The softest light and most sensual shadow
call you to a sitting of love...
He sees the line running through ~
You are like the deep underground stream,
in the magical light trailing a summer's storm
Your line connects with the tip of his brush
from his eyes you have nothing to hide
He paints glimmering reflections of secret
curves
His gallery of humble glory... his true love
Rossen
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
Nice, it is our old friends who see us, and they know us right away..
Posted 13 Years Ago
Nice, it is our old friends who see us, and they know us right away..
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
oh you're good!! the facets of a person - how could any one artist capture all - you'd need many to cover in the most basic of faces - "when the world wanders too close" - you have this inherent philosophical nature to your writes which I love - the world can become too real at times! nice!
Posted 13 Years Ago
oh you're good!! the facets of a person - how could any one artist capture all - you'd need many to cover in the most basic of faces - "when the world wanders too close" - you have this inherent philosophical nature to your writes which I love - the world can become too real at times! nice!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
i love the use of sound in this emily, that hard c moves very smoothly though this poem. but i have to agree with the review below. i think the second stanza needs more work. perhaps you could touch on facets of yourself that even you are yet to discover. maybe, maybe not. otherwise, very well done.
zig
Posted 13 Years Ago
i love the use of sound in this emily, that hard c moves very smoothly though this poem. but i have to agree with the review below. i think the second stanza needs more work. perhaps you could touch on facets of yourself that even you are yet to discover. maybe, maybe not. otherwise, very well done.
zig
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
I think there's room for growth in the last stanza, but there's certainly nothing wrong with it as it stands. I love the repetition of "cunning", "camoflauge" "claok" et al. Tight, spare in the good sense, extremely well executed.
Posted 13 Years Ago
I think there's room for growth in the last stanza, but there's certainly nothing wrong with it as it stands. I love the repetition of "cunning", "camoflauge" "claok" et al. Tight, spare in the good sense, extremely well executed.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
Loving eyes are shown the tender Peccadilloes of the heart, and they do so because they are forgiving, and love unconditionally...
Great Write Emily!
RLG,
Tommy
(I wish I could write like you)
Posted 13 Years Ago
Loving eyes are shown the tender Peccadilloes of the heart, and they do so because they are forgiving, and love unconditionally...
Great Write Emily!
RLG,
Tommy
(I wish I could write like you)
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
I'm beginning to envy this wizard.
The picture You paint here is such a pleasant tease.
Posted 13 Years Ago
I'm beginning to envy this wizard.
The picture You paint here is such a pleasant tease.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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Emily B Richmond, KY
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