A little rhyme, a little metaphor, a little personification, a poetic easel.
self portraits color me in dandelion yellow thumbing my nose at beauty’s pawns intruder in the gardens of the mellow mimicking the beauty of my dawns. paint me in thick oils, richness deep colors of wild howls, barks, and hoots surrounded by the company I keep anchored in the depth of wilding roots. photograph me, center, tall and proud rubbing petals with the hybrid mimes silenced by the fear of being loud paying homage to the price of beauty’s crimes. draw me in the scrapbook of your mind small fingers reaching out to feel a gift to which the world grew slowly blind the life that makes the dandelion real. 8/6/2016 submitted to – Each one of us has His or Her won Flower of Attraction – Poetry Contest sponsor – Rick Parise
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