Another day of not-quite-spring. I’m sorry to be so fussy, but we are well into April at this point. Of course, over the weekend, a friend in northern Maine posted a picture of her backyard … buried under so much snow only the tops of her willow trees are showing! Okay, I’ll keep my mouth shut. At least we’ve got no snow.
Today’s prompt on Poetic Asides is to write a self-portrait poem. I immediately thought of one of my favorite limericks:
For beauty I am not a star.
There are others more handsome by far.
But my face, I don’t mind it
for I am behind it.
It’s the people in front that I jar.
This limerick was, apparently, written by Woodrow Wilson! I love that that could be true. I would love it, in fact, if every president had written a limerick or two!
A self portrait. Of course, I draw a stylized self portrait every time I make a comic, but that’s different. So, tonight’s Arun:
Can you see
Can you see me? Me?
true. I look angry,
hints of love, want, faith.
see flaws, see
scars, see my eyes
I am greater
than my looks alone.
hard to find
the me inside,
the kernel of real?
That’s actually not where I thought I was going when I started writing, but I’ll take it.
An Arun is a 15-line poem with the syllable count 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. It may be a new thing in the world, made up by me last year. “Arun” means “five” in Yoruba.