Found an old diary –
days when I painted myself white,
prayed to angels, believed God
cared about personal forever after –
painted myself pathetic.
Took me back –
days when I painted myself pink,
altruistic heart committed to indifference,
yearned for the unrequited, sacrificed –
painted myself foolish.
Read between the lines –
days when I painted myself yellow,
so desperately co-dependent,
projected sunshine, risked it all –
painted myself delusional.
Wonder that I’d survived –
painted myself broken,
found strength, moved on,
made better choices –
painted myself indigo.
(Self Portrait in Colours originally appeared here in August of 2016. Edited.
I love both the power and the craft that characterize this poem.
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Thank you, Liz!
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Awesome! Truly awesome!
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Thank you so much.
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I love this, V.J. I so enjoyed the loose repetition and the way you spun the poem back to almost its inverse in the last stanza. Beautiful form, compelling content.
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Thank you so much, LuAnne.
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Wow Val you do have a way with words , I love this and the painting too, they go perfectly together ❤️
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Thanks Elaine.
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Gorgeous image – one of your watercolors?
The poem is a great reminder that whatever “shade” life currently is, likely it will evolve into a different hue. I hope no more delusional yellow times in my path!
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Not a watercolour – digitally altered. I need a reminder that I do evolve – part reality, part hope. Thanks Jazz.
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oh that is so relatable vj! xoxo
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Thank you!
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This is awesome 🌷
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Thank you so much!
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You are most welcome
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Love this
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Thanks!
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