Silver Star - 3,185 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Self Image - Poem by GRANT FRASER

There's not a
part of me
I don't distrust,

especially if things
appear too quick!

like - why are you heading
down that road?

funny that a word can do that!

until your bigger self insists,

No! don't preach anything about
soul, you know so little, so don't
open it...

and yet some other part of me,
cannot cross over,

it's harder to kick something
if you cannot find it,
and that's where I'm caught?

striking out,
at this inner thing,

a kind of shelf
that resembles my inner
wealth, partly crumbling,

if I had more to give,
or had belief in the miserable
machinations of Earth, then...

well, the streets full of anxious
bodies couldn't be emptier,

from one status symbol to another,
and our temporary soul as such,

money rides us back
to happiness,

my Camera to remind me,
that the ice behind my eyes
should melt,

this distance always
backing in and out of me,

is the multitiude of my inability,

about to flood some
well lit empty floor...

with nothing but an image...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 3, 2014

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