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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. Six years ago, I started writing poetry and short stories as a hobby; I've enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog which is regularly updated. COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com} Header Photograph: Ballycastle Beach, County Antrim, Northern Ireland...

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Self-Image....



Looking out at you,
From within myself;
Peep-holes to your world
A distance to our perspectives,
And between us.
A sheltered form
From where to engage;
To reach out,
To utter words,
To answer your call.
Identifiers alert me to respond,
From within myself.
Reflections are perceptions
Void of internal connections.
Merely a shadow of the external
Apparel, but a stranger to my soul.
With confidence, little by little
Disclosure aligns me to you.
Though there will always be
Elements enclosed,
Within the self-that’s me.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 04/02/2016
Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Identity…

5 comments:

  1. So true I think that as open as we may be there are always things that we keep 'enclosed' within ourselves. But sometimes we trust another enough to share some of those deeper parts, but it takes time......

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  2. Disclosure aligns me to you. - So much meaning in so few words. Beautiful poem, Eileen.

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  3. I like this inward journey when we truly listen to the call within,respond and find out who we are...

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  4. This felt like a relationship and dialogue with self - the peep-holes, shadows and reflections all things that we can choose to either explore or ignore or find peace with

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  5. You made me think of the hermit crab who travels far what wonderful things he peeps at in his journey. You poem is a delight of interaction as we divulge bits of ourselves.

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