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Friday, April 20, 2012

Self Portrait

It's me.

I've mentioned before
I yearn to strip
To "truth and bone"

I nailed the bone part
Still working on that truth bit

I like this portrait
It's an "edgy" look
Kinda like those mandibles
The crowns?
Not so much

This is me
All elemental

What you can't see
Are the tears

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Blogger Yvonne Osborne said...

Hi Jonas,
It looks like the monster in Alien, all those molars. Personally, I think it easier to nail the truth then bare the bone.

Sat Apr 21, 09:53:00 AM  
Blogger Lilith said...

Sending hugs Jonas.

Sat Apr 21, 10:49:00 AM  
Blogger PattiKen said...

Aw, there are still tears? Get your teeth into it, Jonas (edgy that they are), and bite the head off the sorrow. Sending you hugs.

Sat Apr 21, 03:07:00 PM  
Blogger Wine and Words said...

Sweetheart, tears are as elemental as bone. Our whole could do little to survive without either. I like edgy because it feels like some sort of protection. A fallacy of course. Today my nails are painted black. My hands feel safe, but the safety is only wrist deep. Even so, they would hold yours.

Mon Apr 23, 11:05:00 PM  
Blogger eleanor said...

You've been a little quiet; I hope it's thoughtful quiet, not the other kind....

I am still reading, and always heart warmed by your open honesty.

Thu Apr 26, 08:28:00 PM  
Blogger Selma said...

I think we all hide our tears as much as we can. But it's good to cry, I firmly believe that. Always makes me feel better. That is quite a striking image!

Fri May 04, 12:31:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

I'm not so sure, Yvonne, that it's "easier to nail the truth". We (OK, maybe just me) so readily deceive ourselves about ourselves. I keep struggling to lead an "authentic life", a life devoid of pretense, an ego humbled, all truths laid bare. It hasn't been easy.

The x-ray? Easy-peasy.

Thank you, Lilith. Hugs are always welcome. I don't mind crying. Tears remind me I still have a heart.

Dear Patti. I'm responding to comments in reverse order (kinda the way I do lotsa things). I know you understand. I'm OK.

Oh, Annie...

Dear Eleanor. Thanks for reading. Thanks for caring. The feelings are mutual.

Dear Selma, as a denizen of the "Seventh Decade" I don't much care if people see me cry or not. I have. I do. I will. I've a heart and I ain't afraid to use it.

Fri May 04, 07:44:00 PM  

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