Welcome back π I have been around but not often enough here. I’ve been poeming, for sure, yet time is never sufficient, so a great part of my recent poetry appears on paper.
April Poem-A-Day 07 β Self-portrait
What is a ball of tangled ropes,
or a bowl of wiggling noodles?
What do you seek in the mirror?
But your depression and self-ruin,
the harsh words you have stored
for your own tiny wrinkles,
and especially for those
not too fine ones, the ones
you try to hide in vain.
Veiled behind a hollow story,
still worthy of your smiles,
love cuddles quietly.
Β© 2014, MK
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