“It’s not where you take things from, it’s where you take them to.” Jean-Luc Godard
- Read poem
MY SELF-PORTRAIT
I’m 12 years old
and I wear glasses and don’t
talk to nobody.
I’m 5 foot 3 and I weigh 90 pounds.
I’m in the sixth grade.
I’m weird and happy and
sad at the same time.
My eyes are light brown, and my hair
is the same color as my eyes.
MY SECRET SELF-PORTRAIT
I feel so trapped inside,
but I have peace on my face.
I love to eat candy and Chinese food.
I’m wild like a lion and sweet as
a butterfly.
- Copy the structure and make it your own, however you can in 5 minutes.
- Share your poem with someone.
Extra points: Share your Poem with me. unpackyourcreativity@gmail.com
If you prefer you can choose a drawing, a photograph, a song, a business idea.
This exercise uses convergent thinking.
Comments
AG My self Portrait
I am 60 years old, and I wear sneakers and like short conversations.
I am 180 cm tall and weight 85 kilos.
I am the co-owner of a VC firm, and unfocused, but brilliant and trustworthy at the same.
My eyes are light brown and my hair as well but beginning to turn gray and fall.
My secret self-portrait
I feel like an impostor sometimes but I command respect.
I love red wine, cheese and ham.
I am independent like a tiger, but reliable like an elephant
MON:
My hair
a perennial favorite,
thick, strong, good.
Mercurial,
wavy
like ocean water
hitting the shore
on a windy day,
rigid
as a block of wood
in an assembly line,
undamaged
because
my mom told me
never to
color it.
About a year ago,
some gray strands
came in.
And I discovered
my hair
like everything
is not perennial.
Now it changes
by the minute,
nothing will
stop
the
passage
of
time.
“I hate gray hair,”
my mom says.
I wince
and muffle
the sound,
focus instead
on the softness
in her eyes
the heated warning
transformed
into
a
love
song.
I recently discovered
a new type of flower
in my garden
agapantos –
an African word
meaning love.
They bloom
here
in Madrid,
and also
in my mom’s hometown
of Chiriquí.
Its lavender petals
open
during the first week in July,
(my birthday).
I watch the petals
spread wide,
purple legs parting,
like my perennial hair
and its new
gray limbs,
magically sprouting.
LAU:
Self Portrait
I am 50 years old and just turned
My size is Medium and my complexion is small.
My hair is brunette, my brown eyes and my olive complexion
I am a mother, wife, daughter, sister and friend
I am reading and curious
Secret self portrait
I am a mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend and sometimes myself
I’m a shy convert
I am freethinker
I enjoy my life, here and now
I feel pushed to achieve greater achievements that I do not aspire to
I live in a world with other values
ISA:
MY SELF-PORTRAIT
I’m 7 years old,
I wear glasses and cant do gymnastics.
I’m 3 foot tall and I weigh too many pounds.
I’m in the first grade.
I’m spiritual and happy yet
completely un content about my life.
I am trapped and tried to scape.
My eyes are light blue and green altogether, and my hair is in the same position every day.
MY SECRET SELF-PORTRAIT
I feel challenged inside,
but I have peace, and always keep a smile
on my face.
I love to eat strawberries and chocolate.
I’m curious like a monkey and move fast as
a hummingbird.
CAR:
My Self Portrait
I am 51 years old but feel 25,
Except for my glasses to see small words on a book and talk to everyone.
I am the shortest in my family and weigh more than I should.
I am a student.
I’m creative and energetic and can be weird sometimes.
My eyes are green like my favorite color and my hair changes color all the time.
My Secret Self Portrait
I feel full of joy and about to explode but I am also sometimes sad and insecure.
I love my chewable vitamin Cs and carrot cake.
I’m curious like a cat and merry like a Hiena.