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
This interesting poem reminds me of a strong silent type that may seem self contained, and the mirror keeps your secret. Would I be right, or is it not auto biographical Tommy? yours with respect.
<Deleted User> (10990)
Thu 22nd Oct 2015 18:22
It is me CBT
A very good one, Tommy. That is you in the photo, yes? Or a close relative? Penetrating eyes - aquiline nose - saucy moustache - got to be family.
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
This site uses only functional cookies that are essential to the operation of the site. We do not use cookies related to advertising or tracking. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
tommyfazz@yahoo.com
Fri 23rd Oct 2015 10:51
Cheers Ray, re 'I stood and stared'. It was during one of my moments of contemplation, and, catching my reflection as I stared out of the window. I do have the original mirror on the original wall and the original foto too. ;-) Tommy