Craft My Image
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At seventy-plus, the top of my noggin is a barren landscape
that once grew a messy crop of auburn hair.
And yet, some scattered strands of grey
still, sprout here and there above a fussy hedge
edging a closely cropped terrain.
Look further down, and you'll come across
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
brown orbs afloat in a sea of white.
Peer into those eyes, past their reflective, wizened sheen,
and you may even catch a glimpse of my soul.
Following its sloping curvature,
you will come across
a rugged, slightly broken schnoz of a nose;
jutting out between two wrinkled, chubby cheeks.
And continuing down, you'll discover a pair of crinkled lips,
wearing a smug, satisfied smile.
Next, you'll observe an unshaven pincushion chin and jaw
dappled with stumps of yesterday's stubble.
Now, step back, and as those features as 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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