Putting a smile on the irregular face

This day of miracle-points has nearly reached 7am, so not long till breakfast now. And the thrill of a new toothbrush has never worn off, and I will cry if it does.

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From the shower room to

The bedroom, a skin prickling

Towel wrapped race

Against cold air

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At the mist edge, down

By the reed bed, by the stream

A furtive shape of cat slinks

Hoping to blindside a shrew

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Babies are awake. Bossy

Dependent variable creatures

Lacking calculated phrases

Express values in tears and smiles

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Wakeful infants learn stuff fast

Here is one intently trialling

Up-tucked knees in a pilot

Crawling discovery exercise

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In the crawl endeavour, the physical

Method of reductive reasoning is

Favoured by infants. Each face-plant to

The floor is a catalyst to change

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As far as laundry is concerned

Segregation is practical, so if bold

Shades hang on the line, a heap

Of pale is prepped next

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I admire the curvilinear handle of the

New toothbrush emerging from the

Blister pack, this time I select the

Fluorescent optimistic pink

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Examine my face in the mirror

Critically, whereas I trace beauty

So easily in other faces, and only

Vacuity looks ugly to me

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Laugh at my face in the mirror

For being full of irregularities

Permanently tired, in this animated

Moment the beautiful appears

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The mirror tells me to scrub

My face gently, and slap on some

Miracle cream, not to feel so

Serious about the skin I’m in

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Lisa Southard said…

“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.” Simone Weil

6 December 2011 at 23:00

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