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