Self-Portrait as Blemish
Do not turn away. Stare at my impropriety
and accept the facts exposed: the mixed,
the blended, the unholy result of the extra-
legal conjoining. Or, that unconcealed
mark on the cheek, brown or black,
a pupil in the eye of the sack-clothed
target. Look closer. Ask your question.
I am the world inside the fermented
egg, the tacit accusation. What you choose
not to see. Feel my breath. Remember.
O at the Edges 
Quite the combination of image and words! Image is intriguing, beautiful. Words are about “blemishes” (connotation = unattractive, distracting). A challenge to see the beauty in the blemish, whatever its nature. I’ll be puzzling over “I am the … tacit accusation … you choose not to see” [a question to self]
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Thanks, Jazz. We’re all multi-faceted… 🙂
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We are always making those choices…and if we really looked at everything…? (K)
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I’m often grateful for my bad eyesight.
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yes, it’s a comfort sometimes
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And annoying at other times. Sigh.
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You constantly deliver amazing images…so grateful for the inspiration.
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Ah, Bessie, thank you so much!
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What a relatable poem, indeed. I agree with the Japanese notion that we have three faces. Besides, the blemish in each of us is what makes us unique.
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We feel the same way about blemishes, A-Jay!
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What a wonderful piece of work. I love being able to see hidden sections of our ‘self’ in someone’s work. My latest poetry book is a lot like that especially in my Japanese pieces. I’m still floundering a little and my own post this week is sharing some of the new work. I either stand by it or not.
Continue to love your work.
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Thanks so much, Barbara!
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