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The Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n

The first two lines of this poem grabbed me immediately. They struck me as regretful, wishing that things could\u2019ve been different. The words leave me wondering what the story is about and I find myself trying to interpret it. I suppose that\u2019s because I feel inclined to tell the same story visually with my pictures. To me, Sue is telling her audience to be introspective, to take a look at yourself. She also seems wistful that she couldn\u2019t say or do anything to make things better. (Just like Sue. Always trying to help).<\/em> Then, when I read this poem again later, I got something completely different out of it. We\u2019ll never know exactly what this poem is written about, but like a good song, the words can still be meaningful to a story in our own lives.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019d be curious how other people interpret this poem.<\/p>\n

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The Picture<\/strong><\/p>\n

My concept for \u201cSelf Look\u201d feels a bit sad and dark in both colour and manner because that\u2019s the way the poem makes me feel. I wanted this picture to stimulate the imagination in the same way the poem does. The image I\u2019ve depicted could tell many different stories. Maybe even more than I \u00a0intended. It could be a couple fighting, or maybe she\u2019s a ghost, or his conscience\u2026 or maybe she just has to use the bathroom. The meaning doesn\u2019t really matter. Just like the poems, it\u2019s thinking about all the possibilities that makes this such an engaging project!<\/p>\n

\"Self<\/a>Conceptual sketches for “Self Look”<\/p>\n

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Self Look <\/strong><\/p>\n

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If I could only think of words<\/p>\n

When words could yet be said<\/p>\n

And if those words would touch a man<\/p>\n

Not only in his head<\/p>\n

If I could turn a pencil<\/p>\n

Into something razor sharp<\/p>\n

And pure white empty paper<\/p>\n

Somehow became your heart<\/p>\n

If you could read intentions<\/p>\n

As clearly as a book<\/p>\n

And honesty<\/p>\n

Within<\/p>\n

Gave<\/p>\n

Self<\/p>\n

a second look<\/p>\n

If all this world was perfect<\/p>\n

And you your self<\/p>\n

The same<\/p>\n

Would there then be this need<\/p>\n

for apologies or blame<\/p>\n

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By: Sue Michaud<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"Self<\/p>\n

Self Look painting\u00a0by: Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n

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