Self Portrait


I am composed of many things
Bits and bobs and coloured strings
My heart is kind and not of stone
And yet alas I dwell alone
My eyes are blue and see things clear
All love and loss and hope and fear
My ears are tuned to slightest sound
I hear the world spinning round
My nose is small and slightly wide
From punches I failed to avoid
My face is open devoid of sin
In the knowing all battles I cannot win
My smile is warm and real and true
One day I hope to smile for you
My lips are soft to others touch
I'm told my kiss makes devils blush
My arms are supple intertwined
Embracing you comes to mind
My thoughts confused, happy, sad
Some are good, others bad
My opinions I in truth do share
With those I feel do really care
My love is true and ever free
And not 'I love you if you love me'
My soul is scarred from too much pain
A candle in its dieing flame
My home is ethereal as in a dream
I'm here, right here within your screen
Brendan .




Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-11-02 at 11:25

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Ray
Remarkable, sweet, and a reflection from your steps in life! I much enjoyed. Much respect.
2005-11-02


penfold18
I quite like your poetry even though it seems like the story of your life in chapters,we all put ourselves into our writing in someway or other,but i have yet to see you comment on others work,but this site as i see it is here to encourage as well as to inspire people a reply once in a while would not go amiss.p.s. I did like the poem.
2005-11-02