Open Poetry #46 |
two sides, one journey |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He woke up to a silent borough Where the streets were searching With the snow bristling from east to west. He looked at his body, The sculpture of himself, His own mirror never had two faces When he stared with his own reflection. His eyes told a story, A journey, But his mind couldnÕt grasp the depths of his thoughts, Of the future that lay ahead of a blizzard, Of an ominous time in his life Where his mother, like a small chant inside his head, Held his hand as tight as the eve he was born. He didnÕt want his life To a be a short column An agony of regret A pen that couldnÕt push the boundaries of life itself A search within himself, For a love he had to find Was not for another But for himself Along the borough, Seeking a reflection of two faces. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Ah, we all are in reality two-faced. We show the world what we want it to see, and hide the other face because we are basically ashamed of it, or believe people will laugh at it. To mimic is a form of praise unless |
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Prats Member
since 2010-12-16
Posts 74 |
it's a lovely poem... When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile... :D |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
once in a while we need to let our needs get ahead of our wants, slow down long enough to catch sight of ourselves ... and reflect ~ |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Jerry and Prats...happy you two enjoyed. Tomer |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Rex, I like that perspective. Something I need to work on....take care Cheers |
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