I see the beauty of the world
through hazel brown eyes
my lips speak the truth
at times in relative terms
my nose knows the foul smell
of dishonest statements, and
my ears frequently catch
whispers in many lingoes.
The narrator’s license.
*
My heart knows the pain
of the those not in peace
I sense, albeit faintly at times
the higher vibrations of love
my feet walk the crooked path
of continuous learning, and
my hands try, desperately
to paint a portrait of my soul.
The painter’s privilege.
*
This is a poem I originally wrote in response to the poetry challenge: Self Portrait now going on at http://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/poetry-challenges/.
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This is beautiful! Ahhh, my heart hears it…
Thank you Cyndi 🙂
Your writing comes right from the soul….
Sometimes it flows right from the inside…and other times…it’s quite hard work to get even a few thoughts on paper. Thanks Laurie!
This is lovely!
Happy you enjoyed it!
Thank you for the plug 🙂
You’re welcome Harry!
Dear Tiny,
These self-reflections spoke to me in all its many different nuances. It takes such precise clarity to be able to pin down one’s own self-portrait and you did it admirably and within these few words, it conveyed a world. I got a deeper glimpse into your heart. And I am touched. Thank you for this beautiful rendition. Sharon
Thank you Sharon for these beautiful words. This poem “just came out” and I decided not to “work” on it but let it go, float away into the universe 🙂
Beautifully written! ~ Dennis
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And what a beautiful portrait you paint…
Thank you 🙂