
(c) 2015, Sonya
I want to talk to you
But my face… my ugly crying face.
This is how I feel tonight, no joke,
It’s my porcelain doll face,
It’s stuck like this.
I learnt how to make a smiley face on my own, look at this bright beautiful golden tint. That’s what I call talent!
I can’t stop my face from showing what I’m thinking. Pisces cannot hide how they feel. Though they may try, the truth is written all over their face.
Make your expression a welcoming gift: avoid dour ‘screen face’ from staring down at your phone.
Talk to me.
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This is a found poem. I tried to do something with the Tintern Abbey leaflets I picked up, but there wasn’t enough stuff in there I could use to cobble together one hundred words. So I went on Twitter instead and searched for face, copied a lot of tweets and then rearranged the words and chopped most of them off.
It’s a weird one, but I like it.
Oh, just so you know, I am in full holiday mode now, so it may take some for me to reply to comments. I’ll get round to it, promise!