A poem for me and about me
Oh, my heart is filled with mixed emotions. It is like an open letter
that asks; who am I? My mind inquires: “can you riddle me this”?
And I respond: “but, I remember”.
With eyes on me, I can only smile while reflecting on life lessons.
In my eyes is blind trust seeking a new rebirth of intuition.
Oh, how I wish for a better world where dreams come true.
What is life? Is it a play with double standards? Oh Mama, Papa;
What am I to do?
I have met a flower child. A precious black rose. Her beauty offers my
soul such invigorating freedom.
Do you see color or beauty? What an interesting question.
I only see the color of beauty when I gaze upon Woodlynn.
– By Unknown –
On December 28, 2016, I was gifted this amazing poem, beautifully crafted and framed by a very talented gentleman who wishes to remain unknown. This gesture brought an abundance of joy to my heart. The fact that he took the time, energy, patience and interest to look at, read, analyze, and interpret my work to create a poem about me using the titles of my own poems and artworks says a lot about his character and talent as a person. I’m in awe by such talent! And I will cherish this gift for infinity times X!
A million thanks Unknown 🙂
Introvertedly Quirky 