face facts

face facts

my face, like any other,

is a doorway

to my inner state.

when I am not holding

it in purposeful

mask.

my eyes radiate wonder

when I see beauty

in an unexpected place

and when I feel pain,

eyes brim with tears;

my chin quivers.

my face, and others like it,

is thin and pale, with

black eyebrows and lashes.

my mouth smiles wide

and white teeth sparkle or

it holds flat like a line.

my face frames

 a strong nose

that breathes the air.

dimples in my cheeks

and crinkles around my eyes

betray amusement.

dark circles under eyes

and a vacant expression

show my exhaustion.

I may be good at poker

but my face, most days,

says what I might not.

Copyright © 2012 Nan P.

We Write Poems prompted us to write a poem about our face. I wrote this quickly this morning because it has been more than a month since I have participated at WWP, and I wanted to be able to say, "I'm back." It may not be my best, but I liked the idea anyway. I may come back to this and add one stanza about the worry line between my brows that I am trying hard to avoid. A shadow of it pops out now and then. Back, back, worry line!