My eyes of sparkling hazel green
see beyond technicolour dream
My hair darkest shade of blonde crowned
cascades a kaleidoscope of gold and browns
My skin a light but some what olive tone
warmed by sunshine can hold its own
My nose is Roman so it defines
yet childhood accident breaks its line
My smile is wary but when shown sincere
it crinkles my eyes but better than tears
My mind is alight with pictures and words
churning relentlessly then forming like curds
My ears are open to verse and song
life playing my soundtrack all day long
My heart always welcomes new friends
when you see my face can you see past the lens?
(Picture taken by Beth Cross on Midsummer's Day)
Beautiful picture, beautiful face, beautiful mind, beautiful poem on beautiful blog! There is a technical error, (hope you don't mind me commenting,)'passed' should be 'past.' I particularly like the phrase: 'forming like curds.' Lovely.
ReplyDeleteHi Elizabeth,
ReplyDeleteThankyou for your lovely comment :)
My husband and I were discussing the passed and past thing in the car tonight. I have corrected now, thankyou.
Abi
Beautiful #oneword
ReplyDeleteThankyou Josh, you are very kind! :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture and poem, a friend and I were only just talking about seeing the real person inside yourself when looking at your own picture. Sometimes we are so busy picking out the faults we never really see who we are...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! :)
Di
Absolutely beautiful and inspiring!!
ReplyDeleteThankyou Di and Lion for your most kind comments.
ReplyDeleteDi, you are so right, I think this poem arrived to me after feeling down on myself about something saddening, then realising I am not all bad.
Abi