really ?

selfie

so David’s going to step
from the piazza
find a men’s room
and snap a selfie ?

really
he’s going to take a selfie
and not capture his manhood ?

no full-on
#nakedselfie ?
come on !

he’s been standing nude
for centuries
others have been capturing
his full glory
with cameras for decades

this has been photoshopped
or is that photoshamed ?

/ / /

This poem was written in response to the visual prompt at Magpie Tales.

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A Man

He looks out at me.
He doesn’t seem angry,
but some will say he is.

I look at him.
And what I see is wisdom
and beauty.

(Tell me what you eat
and I will tell you what you are.)

What I do not see
is flesh,
raw or cooked.

But life, abundance,
and color.
A vegetable world.

(The woman saw that the tree was good
for food and desirable to the eyes…)

We look. We see.
We make the world
from what we see,
from how we look.

(We don’t see things as they are.
We see things as we are.)

In all of this looking and seeing,
what of thought inside?
The truth is within us.
Do you see it?

/ / /

This poem was prompted by the visual above from The Mag.