Inessential am I
ghost of a woman
burden avoidance
Imperfect am I
each flaw a step
towards deepening blue
And yet, I exist
purpose unknown
shadow dancing.
(Image: Self-portrait)
Shadow Dancing
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Once again, your word choice is so effective, “each flaw a step / towards deepening blue” as well as the whole concept of “shadow dancing”. Such a succinct and inspired poem. Love it!
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Thanks so much.
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Oh, my! Beautifully profound and I love your self-portrait.
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Thanks Eugi. Appreciate your encouragement.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Quite thoughtful
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Thank you.
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That unknown purpose perhaps keeps us going! Existential angst so well articulated, V.J.
That self portrait is excellent.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Love your nutshells! And your stunning portrait is the perfect accompaniment!
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Thanks so much, Lynne.
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Yes a purpose for all… nice portrait!
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Thanks.
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Pulvis et umbra sumus.
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Glad I’m not dust.
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I love this! 🙂
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Thanks Christine.
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Profoundly beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you my friend.
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My pleasure! 🙂 ❤
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The self-portrait and the poem work so well together to convey that sense of who-am-I-and- why am I here.
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Thanks Liz. The poem came first. I had fun creating the portrait.
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Interesting! I thought it was ‘tother way around.
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I believe all of us have a purpose – some to teach, some to learn. This poem is profound. Thank you for sharing this.XXX
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Thanks so much V. While I believe too, there are days it all seems so murky.
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I understand and I agree.Take care. Its tougher during the lockdown.
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Yes! This poem is everything. The last stanza grabs hold of my existential existence. You are an expert with words; I always learn something from reading your poetry.
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You always make my day, Benjamin. Maybe the teacher me is not dead yet?
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