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A Book and its Cover

A Book and its Cover


A stranger comes into view.

Unknown and untested.

At a glance we appraise.

Clothes, hair, footwear and style.

All features are noted.

It does not take long.

A sense of the attractive is sought.

Sometimes present, sometimes not.

It is the face and its features

The hair, cheeks, lips and nose.

Which tell something but not all.

Then comes the tell tale.

The eyes which betray all.

Into these we peer and search.

Warmth, fear, nonchalance.

The eyes not only see but also speak.

Life's experience lies in these spheres.

From the eyes you will come to know.

Who it is and not what appears to be.

They mirror the soul and harbour the true self.

◄ Strangled Silence

A New King ►


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keith jeffries

Sun 7th May 2023 23:26

Thank you to all who commented and liked this poem. I appreciate the time and interest you have afforded it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It draws on our innate senses.
Thank you,

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John Botterill

Sun 7th May 2023 18:20

How very true and Wise, Keith. Love this poem. A classic.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 5th May 2023 07:30

'You can see it in his eyes'. I think you put this very well, Keith.

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Russell Jacklin

Thu 4th May 2023 09:29

Lovely Keith, I enjoyed that. People-watching is a favoured pastime of mine and through their eyes you get a sense of the person walking towards you, soft or harsh, friendly or disregarding.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 4th May 2023 06:33

If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, in what does beauty consist?

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Manish Singh Rajput

Wed 3rd May 2023 19:08

Keith, you just have penned down the most common traits of the Gen-Z. I loved the metaphorical representation of a book and its cover to that of a personality of a person in and out. "From the eyes you will come to know", is rightfully said.
Thank you.

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Wed 3rd May 2023 19:02

This is lovely, Keith. The eyes betray us every time. Such a thoughtful and reflective poem deserves much contemplation. Thank you for sharing this. 💕

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