Her bespoke face
by Elouise
Her bespoke face
Betrayed no provenance
No signature or style
Save those life etched within each line
each scar and curve of chin and cheek
No sign of props placed here and there
To hold it all in space
No awkward look or heavy paint
To dazzle or illuminate
Just a canvas standing there
With pleasant eyes of burning depth
and mouth with upturned corners
Quite suddenly she smiled at me
And said hello-how-are-you?
One of a kind I see – said I –
With hat tipped to my Maker.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 13 December 2016
Response to Daily Prompt: Bespoke
See definition of bespoke here.
Awesome! 🙂
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Thank you kindly, ranu802! 😊
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You are welcome, Elouise. 🙂
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Love the poem; love the face; love you!
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Awww…thanks, Debbie! 😊
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She sounds beautiful to me.
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Thank you, April! Elouise 🙂
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The answer of “one of a kind” is perfect!! 🙂
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Thanks, Christy! 🙂
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Beautiful, Elouise!
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Thank you kindly, Kev! 🙂
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Her bespoke face
Betrayed no provenance
No signature or style
Save those life etched within each line
each scar and curve of chin and cheek
I adore this part the best, as we age we see the lines etched by time that give us character and portray the outward of who we are, yet within, we sometimes feel like 15 year olds, amazed by life and not feeling the image we see in the mirror. Beautiful words Elouise, really really love this one! ❤
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it! You’re correct about how we feel inside. It’s really quite wonderful when that happens (the younger than I look feeling)! Sometimes it’s why I feel surprised and even disrespected (!) by this or that ache or unwelcome medical verdict that I’ve always associated other people, not with myself. 🙂
Elouise
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I know after 6+ hours on my feet my back is screaming, but each morning I stretch it out and am finding that I can put both palms on the floor now in front of me, so the work is working the body in good ways, but yes, always look in the mirror and say no way am I going to be 50 next year…..because I certainly don’t feel it…but then how would I know what 50, 55 or even 100 feel like? I guess if you think it feels good, than it shall be 🙂 I like to think so 🙂 love you my friend, stay young ❤
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I’m totally impressed–putting both palms on the floor! As for 50–it was one of the happiest days of my life. No kidding! Total permission to be whoever I wished–or not. (Not that everyone needs that kind of ‘permission’…but I did.)
Elouise
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Well then, I shall look forward to joy in being me, not caring if I wear pj’s to Walmart (okay, just kidding on that one) but I do savor every moment of each year I am given….YAY, I’m just a happy girl today, see you always make me smile in joy….. 🙂
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🙂
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