Craft My Image
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At seventy-plus years, my noggin is a barren landscape
that once grew a thick crop of chestnut hair.
And yet, some scattered strands of grey
still sprout, here and there, above a fussy hedge
edging my closely cropped terrain.
Proceed further down, and you'll find
a weathered forehead with long furrows
running in horizontal worry lines.
Keep descending,
until you come across two bushy brows
resembling wiry bristles, in disarray.
Below them, you'll find two slightly out-of-focus eyes;
brown orbs, afloat in a sea of white.
Following the sloping curvature of my plump face,
you will come across
a rugged, slightly broken schnoz of a nose;
jutting out between two wrinkled, worn cheeks.
Continue down, and you'll see a pair of crinkled lips,
wearing a smug, satisfied smile.
Lower yet, you'll find a pincushion chin,
dappled with stumps of yesterday's stubble.
Now, step back, and let the features I outlined above
take shape in your thoughts,
and let your imagination craft my image in your mind.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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