The Artist's Face Poem by Sarah L Hunt

THE ARTIST'S FACE


Eyes seen through eyes, tired and dismayed
Sieved through continual critical gaze
An artist turned artist on her own face.


Fund My Face, describes the drive
A website, a request, or a chance to hide
Her face holds tides of disappointment
And it shows not these but it is her own point
The view is held, which turns to validate
The face she sees through any milegate.


The movement of clouds across the sky
Is seen in daylight with an unkept eye
The light refraction, is given a distraction
To a night time focus of blue, black haze
Capturing reflections, on most of those days


Worth is master, withheld in proportion
Completely covered by life's adoration
Some will receive in abundance thereof
Some will decline their portion and scoff
Ill-fitting a standard would rather push forward


Humility may direct, for shy is loathsome
Contrary neglect of what deems handsome
Usual judge of superficial themes
Changing forthright goodness into fading seams


The fabric is torn as some do mourn
Truth is to some, as perception is to others
Glazing over, not accepting another
Who determines how we should look
An author, a writer, an ultimate book
Lest we forget how lovely is the Creator


The Artist's face, is like no other
Created unique in pastel complexion
Simply not void of vital expression
Consistently fed with sad rejection
Her criticized, beautiful, living reflection


SLH (c) 2009