Real Portrait Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
Real Portrait
It's the words
beneath the words
that frighten me.
Scattered and hidden
in the back of my mind,
on scraps of paper,
(in the silences) .
Bold as a burp
I sometimes dropp them carelessly,
in midsentences, in startled
gaps of mundane conversation.
I lose them to the hungry air,
my real portrait, untouched
glossy face.
(Written for my friend - Carole Clark)
This has a subtle kick. The subconscious is a difficult beast to keep in check. Leakage occurs! Great theme briely but very well covered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 4:27:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Cheryl, Yes, you wrote that for your friend, but, does it not also caution you? B.V.A.