3 In poetry self-portrait I am a factory of wishes; my conveyor belt full of fierce possibility. Dust follows my silhouette: catching the light, it floats like stars – a universe taking shape beside me. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related original poemsself portrait 11/06/2012 Share Tweet Pin it +1 Previous Post Next Post Francesca 27/06/2012 at 11:55 I love this. And you have very friendly toes (like the rest of you). Lis 12/06/2012 at 15:17 I FEEL this! And that dust floats across the sea and inspires me as I ponder how I want to begin, again … ♥ coming over from Liz’s blog :) Damon 12/06/2012 at 02:08 Love it!