...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

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posted by wendy at 6:43 AM

4 Comments:

I like the sparity, and that final strophe is really big in its compactness.

5/25/06, 9:25 AM  

Lovely! Well done.

5/25/06, 1:38 PM  

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5/25/06, 3:43 PM  

This is a lovely poem - so much is said in a few words.

5/27/06, 7:53 AM  

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