Self-Portrait as Border
Some rivers shift course, but
I stand firm, a nexus of rejection,
that line denoting separation of north
and good, evil and south, dark and
white. Welcoming no one, I stand
guard, opposing all with my flag
of diminishment. Squint, and you
still can’t see me. Your bare feet
won’t stir my dust. I am nowhere,
but remain here ā that feeling of
prideful despair, strong, resolute,
inflexible foe to all who dare cross.
“Self-Portrait as Border” first appeared in October 2018 in Minute Magazine. Many thanks to the editors for taking my poem.
“that line denoting separation of north/and good, evil and south/ dark and white.” is my favorite line
Thanx again for yr top-notch imaginative craftmanship
g.r.
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Thank you very much!
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Beautiful writing, thanks for sharing. How long have you been blogging?
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Thank you. I’m always happy to share. I’ve been blogging for five and a half years.
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ahhh, this is so good…one to read over and over …..JIM
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Thanks very much, Jim.
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Squint and you still can’t see me. It sounds like a vanishing image…… I like Self Portrait. š
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Thanks very much!
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You’re welcome!
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That’s a sharp nowhere. (K)
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