Heather Ober Poet Free verse

25

At 25, I'm a sketch at best,
a half-drawing waiting to be coloured. 
I could tell you that my hair is blonde,
thick and wavy, never dyed.
I could confide to you that my eyes are green,
but they turn blue when I cry.
Should I tell you about my only tattoo -
there on my shoulder, 
where a sunflower blooms?
How about my love for spicy foods
or anything chocolate - my sweetest tooth.
I adore books of any kind,
from philosophy, art, and history
to sci-fi, suspense, and mystery -
if I could, I'd live in a library.
I love to draw the human face,
but I'd rather paint an unknown place.
I'm stubborn and patient and loyal,
and I'd like to think I'm unspoiled.
I dream of a cottage by the sea
where I could write all the time
beside weeping willow trees.
But the truth of all truths?
I'm more than pleased
to be a tiny drop of water
in this sea of humanity,
hoping to ripple the water 
just a little.


Inspired by Frank's "Self Portrait" contest

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Heather Secrest July 8, 2013 at 5:02 PM I would LOVE to live in a library also, I practacly do, I have over 2,000 books. I guess its a Heather thing.. great poem!! :) -Heather S.

Karen Anglesey April 28, 2013 at 8:31 AM Beautiful

Carol Eastman April 26, 2013 at 2:37 PM Your work is unique and fantastic. I'm glad you came to PoetrySoup. You're now on my favorite poet list...

Donna Jones April 23, 2013 at 5:59 PM Well done Heather...congratulations

Goodness Lanre April 23, 2013 at 1:17 PM cONGRATS ON YOUR WIN. goodness xxx

Charmaine Chircop April 23, 2013 at 10:27 AM Nice to meet who is behind the verse..lovely..let that sketch contimue to bloom with colours

Painted Hunter April 23, 2013 at 7:26 AM Congrats on your win, Heather. And yes, we'd like to hear about your wacky dreams. I've been having very vivid ones lately(I usually don't remember them so clearly)...I think it's this damn jasmine tea I've been drinking.

Sara Kendrick April 23, 2013 at 6:52 AM Great work..Enjoyed learing about you..You just rippled..Sara

Poet Destroyer A April 22, 2013 at 6:41 PM Heather , :-) congratulations with your awesome "SELF PORTRAIT" poem. Take Care ~ PD

Isaiah Zerbst April 21, 2013 at 8:37 AM You have done a fantastic job with this one! It is like a little sneak peek of what you like and do. I feel like I know you better. Yep, chocolate is the way to go!

Richard Lamoureux April 20, 2013 at 7:05 PM You are more than half drawn. You are filled with vibrant colors and we who see you and your words drink in the beauty. Still you are destined to be much more as you discover the colors within yourself that have yet to be seen. Your poem is simply lovely as are you. Have a good night Heather. Hugs Rick

Seosamh De Burca April 20, 2013 at 9:27 AM Beautiful...... I could confide to you that my eyes are green, but they turn blue when I cry.... Excellent line, really enjoyed your poem and a wonderful ending. Thank you for sharing.

Jancarl Campi April 20, 2013 at 8:08 AM What a beautiful poem. You are indeed a beauty. Your words here rippled my heart. Take care and keep writing.

Ravi Sathasivam April 20, 2013 at 3:14 AM Excellent description of yourself. Charming. Enjoyed reading it. Tfs

Eileen Manassian April 19, 2013 at 10:45 AM Heather...this was enchanting. I see so much of myself here it's uncanny. I love books and libraries are almost sacred to me. Weeping willow? My favorite tree...Chocolate????? Well, this isn't about me, but about you....a lovely person with dreams yet to dream and fulfill. I'm with Caleb on this one....that ripple could become a tidal wave! Hugs!

Painted Hunter April 19, 2013 at 10:16 AM That ripple could turn into a wave. Inspired by the contest....but not entered?...should be. It's excellent. And yep...back to camo. I figure I'm the resident painted hunter at this point...ha. Yeah, I do paint my face when I hunt, even though with all the fancy masks around, I don't need to. I like to stay true to my Native American blood....I even take a bite of raw heart when I make a kill...too much info? You gotta cover everything hunting turkey...they'll see you a mile away....

Poet Tacito April 19, 2013 at 9:46 AM I enjoyed this journey/self-reflection of yours. Very charming and endearing. :)

Anne-Lise Andresen April 19, 2013 at 9:37 AM Heather, it's a long time since I've read your poems - wanted to "greet" your words in this beautiful poem, read a little about you and your dreams. - Very enjoyable to read, am glad that I chose this poem. - Wishing you a lovely weekend and luck in contest !- oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Carrie Richards April 19, 2013 at 9:12 AM What a wonderful description of a beautiful girl.......(it is so nice to know more about you, Heather, and also nice to know we have much in common) Good luck in Frank's contest.....this should do well !