Monday, September 28, 2015

New Poetry by Bruce McRae

The Self’s Portrait

One portrait has no ears or hands.
In one portrait the eyes have gone
to wherever it is eyes go on autumn evenings.

Here’s a mouth that’s said too little too late.
Here’s a nose that ought to know better.
No beard. No scar. No symmetry.

An eyebrow’s lament. Light pooling on a chin.
That unfortunate hair lost in a forest.
And this portrait, of the self, of the self’s self.
Which resembles a heart-string and sings like a bird.

- Bruce McRae 2015

Pushcart nominee Bruce McRae is a Canadian musician with over 900 poems published internationally, including, Rattle and The North American Review. His first book, ‘The So-Called Sonnets’, is available via Silenced Press and Amazon. To see and hear more poems go to ‘BruceMcRaePoetry’ on YouTube.

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