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.
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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.
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Tommy Carroll
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