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


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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so accomplished at hiding...
so often, even from ourselves.
... and to be seen anyway...
such a gift.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you are much more than any artist could begin to paint; than any poet could begin to write...rough work, but very well done..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This subtle and strangely sensuous. I like it a lot.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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.

To find that person that delicately pulls away your masks and sees the real you is a fantastic feeling. This is very honest and elegantly done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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