Poetry “My Original Face”

My Original Face


Gerardine Baugh


Carbon smudges, dancing across an uneven cave wall


Callused fingers, pressing blood into symbols


Movement within the pictures


Send me spiraling


Never stopping my need


To create


My original face is the one you see on paper


Or, smeared across a silicon link


I am nothing without my imagination


I press against the empty wall


With a need to be heard


Published in: on March 2, 2009 at 6:18 am  Comments (8)