A Lined Face

Ms. Haiku
Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,373
edited October 2018 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I sparked on scratch paper in pencil first,
unmasked tentatively in temporary marks.
When promoted to ink in confidence drawn
I manifested presence determinedly pushed.

I was a line sequentially mapping sight, smell
and taste in biological order. My bowed
itinerary through curvy landmarks swallowed pulp
decisively until finally pulled.

Stoically, I guarded the imagined
and experiential, walled in and out, nature
and culture filled with historical relevance
in lines subject to the fate of the self. 

I was a gift courageously given,
an employed still life expecting applause,
but he crumbled my nose into my chin
arresting peaked romance in grief undrawn.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    Ms Haiku this one is excellent!  Thanks for sharing it.
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  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,373
    justam said:
    Ms Haiku this one is excellent!  Thanks for sharing it.
    Thank you, justam!
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird

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