...quiet, about a lot of things...
Thursday, May 25, 2006
poetry thursday
from this angle
she could not see me
watching
checking her reflection
chin up
fierce straight on
only a moment
then eyes soften
downward
mask crumbles
too much
her mothers
daughter, i fear
wlf 7:00 this AM
she could not see me
watching
checking her reflection
chin up
fierce straight on
only a moment
then eyes soften
downward
mask crumbles
too much
her mothers
daughter, i fear
wlf 7:00 this AM
Labels: Poetry Thursday
4 Comments:
I like the sparity, and that final strophe is really big in its compactness.
Lovely! Well done.
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This is a lovely poem - so much is said in a few words.
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