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    dots Submission Name: My Facedots
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    Author: my shadow
    Elite Ratio:    4.82 - 291/150/48
    Words: 138
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    dotsMy Facedots
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    My Face

    In the mirror I see many masks
    I have gathered to me
    but never my true face,
    That is for others to see

    Spring is long passed
    Summer is also gone
    Autumn fades from thought
    Winter is a cold song

    Things of my life seem small,
    meaning nothing,
    not remembered,
    when winter has passed

    I think of a Roman marker
    proclaiming a woman who lived freely
    died young, just a memory on stone
    Yet, somehow I know her

    Two thousand years from now
    will someone read my eulogy stone
    or stored electrons
    and wonder that he lived freely

    Or will that epitaph, if it still is,
    say he lived with many masks
    He didn't know his true face,
    It was for others to see




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      I liked this, it seems neat and it flows well.

    The problem with one's face is that when we are in a bad frame of mind or in a dark place in our lives the image gets distorted. It used to happen a lot to me not so long ago. It used to drive me insane seeing someone that wasn't me. Luckily, I have grown fonder of me so whatever the mirror shows now I'm likely to embrace it. Needless, to say the image doesn't change much as it used to nowadays.

    I do disagree with one of your statements/lines when you mention that the real you or your real face can only be seen by others. It kind of leads me to believe that one's doomed to function by other's standards or whatever they think about oneself.

    I strongly believe that one should be one's best friend and what we think about ourselves should be of the utmost importance. People, will always think or say things about us but they must not affect the perception that we have built along the way. It's nearly impossible yet suffocating to try to control what they think so why should we? I certainly don't .... anymore.


    I don't know if this makes any sense to you. Maybe, I completely missed the point of it.

    As for critiques, I would add some question marks to the last to stanzas. Reading the piece without them seems slightly confusing and misleading.

    Kind regards,


    Ethan Brody
    | Posted on 2017-03-05 00:00:00 | by Ethan Brody | [ Reply to This ]
      Some might argue that the poet is freer to express truth while protected behind a veil or mask. Think of how many authors have chosen to write with pseudonyms. Maybe allow yourself the freedom of expression that comes from anonymity.

    Interesting write.

    -Jane
    | Posted on 2017-02-14 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ]


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