tMy Non Beautiful Me
my non beautiful me
wants to talk to the
non beautiful
you
reflected in the mirror
this morning
at an early hour
not all the glory is
lost
what’s left, by the skin of
our teeth
there’s a shadow
call it a memory
where you shine
like a sequin
sewn into the tail of a fish
or a star
spilling crushed ice
enough to fill the dimple
in your cheek
our non beautiful selves
staring out the difference
dusting off, as it were
the inventory of
who we think we are
© 2009 andrew kooman
Wow, I got here via our mutual friend Rachel’s facebook page… but am completely impressed. A little more delving shows you are actually pretty well recognised for being a good writer but (and I hope you aren’t offended) I’d never heard of you, so came upon your poetry with no preconceptions. Anyway, it really rocks! Very good. Very honest. I’ll be looking back for more as and when.