My Original Face~Poetry

My Original Face


Gerardine Baugh


Carbon smudges, dancing across an uneven cave wall

Callused fingers, pressing blood into symbols

Movement within the pictures

Send me spiraling

Never stopping my need

To create

My original face is the one you see on paper

Or, smeared across a silicon link

I am nothing without my imagination

I press against the empty wall

With a need to be heard



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