freckles was her nickname
a multitude littered her face
so prominent her features
went completely unnoticed
early twenties they faded
a torturous school mate
gazed boldly upon her beauty
couldn’t believe it was ‘freckles’
so look beyond appearances
to find the true hidden treasure!
dVerse Quadrille #84 Mish, Freckle 44 words
internet photo via google
thanks dear friends for your care but if I wanted to engage I would have left comments open!
Lovely post and yes..it’s what is inside that matters.
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Beautiful post.
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A great poem about freckles. Freckles stand out, but the most important thing is what is hidden under the freckles. The man and his most important interior, not freckles, humped nose or protruding cheekbones. I have a round face, but not the shape is the most important.
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exactly Ultra, it’s what’s inside that really counts!
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Is that your passport photo? 🙂 Great point made here Kate, go deep.
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no hey wouldn’t let me smile in that one 😉
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A lovely poem, Kate and there is much deeper beauty in our soul than on the outside. The picture was so cute.
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you are so right Kamal 🙂
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Your travails with the inkwell are exactly the same ordeal my 5th grade homeroom teacher endured when she was in school, except her bully was another girl.
“Look at you, with your boring, freckle-less existence, so bland, never changing. No wonder you’re frustrated. I would be too if my life were so dull.”
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lol you have a great attitude Keith, love the humour!
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Too often still judging the book by its cover…
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Yes! Yes! and Yes!
Beautifully expressed wisdom!
My best friend growing up had bright red hair and beautiful freckles! I thought she was so beautiful!
“A face without freckles, is like a night without stars!”
As for that torturous schoolmate…there is always at least one…and we hope they grow up some day!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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lol his poor family … I used to henna my hair but because of the freckles people thought it was natural no matter how often I told them!
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I’m glad she didn’t let her freckles get her down.
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we often judge and never look beyond the skin – this is lovely
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Freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.
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oh Joanne how romantically poetic .. if only a few of my dates had thought likewise 🙂
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That’s a wonderful perspective on freckle-ness Kate. The schoolmate was an asshat! This made for engaging reading. BTW, my wife is a freckle-face and it is part of her undeniable beauty… 🙂
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ah wish more had that perspective Rob 🙂
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Good point – one has to see the beauty beyond what seems to stand out at the moment.
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Very valid point raised. Great poem.
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I hope that torturous schoolmate was scorned and sent on his way! Looks may change but personality and character often do not.
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lol he used to stick my long plaits in the ink well and my mother would have to spend hours scrubbing it out … he was just a very handsome empty headed entitled white male 🙂
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Yes, I’ve found that some people are just good to look at but not necessarily to talk to or interact with. Your poor plaits!
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my scalp suffered but sadly he is an airhead, not much between the ears …
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Obviously if he couldn’t do anything better than bother Little Kate!
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obviously early schooling was above his head so I became his amusement …
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I have many freckles which have never faded. I’ll have them for life. When I was about 20 and at teachers’ college, a ‘friend’ said to me one day, “look at all your freckles!” I became very self-conscious of them after that and felt that all people could see walking towards them was a big ball of freckles. I prefer the sentiment of your poem.
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yes we can be quite cruel to each other .. mine become evident again if I catch the sun.
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Often we judge people on face value. Here people hardly have freckles but are judged by the colour of their skin. Nice one, Kate.
Do you still have freckles or have they faded away?
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I know what you mean about shades of skin colour, outrageous when you consider these paltry bias … I am white as snow, hence the freckles.
they are faded but if I catch any sun they become quite visible again 🙂
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It is outrageous, indeed!
Okay…that’s fascinating. 🙂
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That me, “Freckles”, I’ve always been one to believe in a persons kindness, no matter their outward appearance.
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/06/14/freckles-and-dark-hair/
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good one Ivor, I’d never have guessed!
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I like this very much. My daughter was tortured by her freckles, has grown up to be a beauty, now wishes they hadn’t faded quite so much as they are “cute”…ah well.
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lol this is actually my story Sarah, it’s totally autobiographical 🙂
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Yes we need to look beyond beauty and see the person within. Beauty lies within each and everyone. Very nice poem, Kate and you have made a good point.
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