I stood and stared-
a long time seeking
a welcome gaze
that returned my greeting.
The World stared back
then went its way,
perhaps to lunch,
perhaps to play.
My friend the Mirror-
a listener of sorts,
in silence watched
and kept its thoughts.
Words and foto T Carroll
Hi Tommy, i have been there in the mirror staring at the reflection with all its scars and tales, and the world has stared back, often in contempt. I myself wouldn't know how to end such a poem. Here, in this one, they'd lost their chance is rather cryptic, and cut shorts what i feel you could have elaborated on. It starts off well, but in not knowing the chance, I find it cut to the quick and leaves me wanting an explanation. As good as it is, i find it a little frustrating, and wish to know, who lost their chance, and chance at what?
Hey, been a while since I last commented on your work, glad you're still here. Have a fantastic 2012.
Best wishes
mike
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Tommy Carroll
Sat 6th Nov 2021 13:06
Loss and muted indifference has no obligation to enquire nor excuse events Mike.
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