[For today's prompt, write a self-portrait poem. Other artists study themselves to create compositions (not all of them exactly flattering either), so it is only natural that poets, who are word artists, write self-portrait poems from time to time. In fact, some poets make self-portrait poetry "their main thing." For at least today, make it yours..]
Peering into the mirror
I see a man in the bottom
of the fifth— two outs.
Brows raised
in seriousness,
intensity— offset
occasionally with a smile
even laughter
often mystifying.
There is a busy energy
about his head…
part bewilderment
part an ordering,
compartmentalizing
blocking off thoughts
in stanzas—
juxtaposing the many
incongruencies
that converge therein.
His eyes Capricorn blown,
earthy—
His hair transformed and still
a work of process.
He sees things as they are
and wonders why – and asks
why not, as to others.
Somewhere deep within
there is a pilot light that burns
the fumes of rage off. Sometimes,
sometimes when the stench
from injustice is too thick,
when things cannot just be burnt off
and the pressure cooker builds
he will not be silent. He will not be.
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