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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

273
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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