1986
I have been my own worst
enemy in life but also
the soul
who saved me.
I have not looked at myself
enough to know,
or care,
what I truly look like.
I am beginning
to look inwardly and so
I see
my eyes for the first time.
I see myself through
the eyes of the pets
I love
and who have loved me.
My pet peeves are these:
dogmatism, jingoism,
racism,
fundamentalism, consumerism.
I love trees, the ocean,
all animals, quite
a few
people, literature, music, silence.
I value authenticity, simplicity,
honesty, dexterity,
equality,
jocundity, virtuosity, equanimity.
I am grateful for sunny
days, rainy nights,
one tiny bud,
a field of flowers, and love.
Love and beauty
always wanted to guide me--
I did not
pay enough attention when young.
Love and beauty
call to me still and now
I listen
to them more and more and more.
Written for MeetingTheBar—Self Portraits, at dVerse Poets Pub, hosted this week by Brian Miller. Brian challenged us to "write a self portrait poem. It can be symbolic, metaphorical, descriptive—you get to choose what you show and what you veil." Not an easy prompt!
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