How clear a portrait of you <br />that he painted – that slight stoop <br />of backbone; life has been heavy on you, yet <br />has not worn you down; the shoulders say, <br />I’m weathering it; the hair drawn back, and <br />tidy; time’s not for wasting on your hair; <br />your gaze, I guess, is straight ahead; <br />those lines around the corners tell us that; <br />you promised that you’d sit for him; <br />but when time’s up, you know exactly <br />then what’s next to do.. you’re living here, <br />you’re human; and we care… <br /> <br />and yet… and so… and yet… <br />I want to look into your eyes; <br />I want to know, what do you think of him, <br />the one who paints this poem about one <br />who may, may not, be you… <br />what do you think? Do you think this is you? <br />Does this surprise you, tell you <br />who you are, or who you might still be? <br />I’m greedy for the truth always – <br />Lady – wife, mother, aunt, good friend, <br />stranger from across the street, <br />paragraph in the novel of his life – <br />I’m holding back a world of love, <br />it only needs a glance from you.. <br />tell me, why does his poem <br />only paint your sideview? Whose eyes were missing <br />when he wrote of you?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portrait-in-profile-only/
