A metaphor of self

I’m a metaphor, an oxymoronic breath
of science dressed in words.
I wield veneer (a mask) of sense
my skin a dress for wounds.
I love my life but speak of death,
and sometimes late at night
I merge with borrowed narratives
and chameleon myself as someone else.

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Mama Zen wants us to write a bio in 50 words or less at toads. I loved the task and wrote this one. I have made up for my late start and have done more than 30 poems this month.

April 28, 2016

19 responses to “A metaphor of self

  1. an oxymoronic breath
    of science dressed in words

    That is the perfect description of the scientist-poet!
    Love this introspective, and the pic is very cool. A true chameleon of multi-talents.

  2. “I love my life but speak of death,” this gathered my attention…sometimes I feel like the more I’m enjoying life the more I think of death…like things are maybe too good. Strange?

  3. “I wield veneer..” that is just one of the best lines I’ve read in awhile, Bjorn, honest and strong, as is the whole poem–the truth of every word just leaps off the page.

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