A work in progress ...Persona under construction

Simon Corn - Clarity of vision - aka fallen comrade/Ash Friday
Age - 42 *sobs, for another 7 days, then 43*
Genre of poetry - Rhyme and one I am working on called Chaos Poetry
Collaborations - Luna-Midnght {http://allpoetry.com/poem/4047703} - Sunshinegirl {http://allpoetry.com/poem/4081079} September faith {http://allpoetry.com/poem/4065639}..looking for more victims...(oops did I say that, I meant collaborators).
How many other round contests have you entered - 2
How often are you on AllPoetry - All the time
who has been your inspiration to write - WoundedAngel, Char but mostly I would say E A Poe.
Your likes - Writing, living, reading, Photography, LOVE!
Your dislikes - Boredom, synical people, Liars, oh yeah...and I don't eat eggs.
Why are you auditioning - Because I like the challenge and I am a keen learner with an eye for detail in color. I feel I can make a contrabution to the collective effort and be part of the family. I guess I feel comfortable in my own AP skin.

Now this is all about me...

A glowing spirit of emerald green

set free among your skies,

Writing in differing styles,

within an everchanging disguise,

I am the depths of pure dispair

without my muse for sight,

I'm somewhat rude when questioned

wrong, but otherwise I'm polite.

I love all things that live and breath

here on Gods green land,

every sister I will offer my help

every brother I lend my hand.

I see myself as a small part

of this family here today,

I will lend my voice for truth,

so listen to what I say.

A poets heart reflected

in his words, in his ways.

His soul laid out for all to see

within letters, poems and plays.

So this is me, how I see myself,

a moment in my eyes,

this time I bow down for you

without my old disguise.

My best write....

Poet

The mirror that is my soul guides my hand
fingers skip across letters
re-tracing memories, hopes and wishes
a prayer offered to a friend
a mention of love
a moments pause, reflection, serenity.

My inner child comes to play
leading me a merry dance in the forest of my mind
skipping down leaf carpeted lanes
jumping in rainbow reflected puddles
laughing as I follow close behind
playing tag with my subconscious

Questions flit across daydreams
diving in and out of answers
teasing my needs and testing my faith.
Ideas blow wild and tumble around
peeking like a scared child
around each unopened door.

As the truth spills onto the page
I am in a daze oblivious to the world
only alive to the moment of truth.
A thought shared and open to scrutiny
laying bare and exposed to the world
waiting for eyes to plunder my deepest feelings.