Monday 1 June 2009

Self Image

I keep seeing a flat guy who looks like a mural

but he moves away quickly whenever I glance.

 

He’s a person in 2D, a pancake-like monkey,

a plane of a character, ghostly cartoon.

 

You could call him a doodle on a smooth piece of paper;

it’s like he’s been ironed and left in the frost.

 

I glimpse him in mirrors, from glass in shop windows

and other folk’s spectacles, catching me out.

 


8 comments:

  1. Well done. Playful, but not at the expense of the piece.

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  2. I like this very much. Thank you for sharing it.

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  3. Congratulations, great poem.
    Good Luck.

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  4. I really like this. It sounds great when read out loud, a mark of a good poem.

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  5. Watching yourself. This is great.

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  6. I love this one too! Don't know why though.

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