photo by Mona Bouzarout ~ In memory of a man ~ flickr
You looked in the mirror
learning what is beyond
facial features…
Like the hand on the weight
scale, the head bouncing
leaned to the left or right.
You smile, then surprisingly
raise the brows,
learning how to think
a thought, perhaps.
Pulled corners of lips
and breathed fast,
exhaling on face
the mirror showed you…
Steamy, reflection
will puzzle us,
finger so many chances
to find real face…
a special moment when we find that real face.. when the puzzle suddenly makes sense... def. made me think of when i sketch and that point when you recognize...
ReplyDeleteour real face goes well beyond skin deep...
ReplyDeleteour reflection will fool us, if that is all we rely upon to inform us...
Almost like a wee child trying to outline their mother's face! That is a great capture very mysterious!
ReplyDeleteWhat the skin hides is the real face indeed
ReplyDeleteYour opening lines are a great lead-in to your poem.
ReplyDeleteI love this exploration and the fingering of chances.
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery portrayed. Time spent looking into a mirror is so personal, yet with the wonderment of how others see ourselves as much as what we discover each time.
ReplyDeletePowerful words....
ReplyDeleteYou looked in the mirror
learning what is beyond
facial features…
Sets the whole poem and I love it.
learning what is beyond
ReplyDeletefacial features…
Yes, it can be destructively deceptive. One can be fooled even without words spoken if not careful. Bad intentions are preceded with lots of sweet words at least but facials are mysterious! Great lines humbird!
Hank
The many masks we wear....................
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