Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A Mirrored Look

I looked up, to see him there
Not twenty-paces beyond my stare
Hidden in a crowd
With all the other blank faces.

Him blinking twice, was all it took
Drinking in, then shrinking from my look
I reached out, and I reeled him in
With a piercing stare and my glaring hook.

Wrapped around my little finger
He tangled in the air
I thought I’d wait…
and make him linger -
Just because he thought,
that I would never find him,
while he was standing,
looking in my stare.

A crying boy, with a withered grin
In the market, by the square
But twenty-paces looking on
That’s where I saw him,
just standing there.

In the window, with a glare
A little peek and a haunting stare
It was him - he was waiting
Hidden in a crowd
With all the other blank faces.
Just waiting for me…
to stare, into the pain of window
A mirrored look, he drew me in
with a piercing stare and my own
….glaring hook.

7 comments:

  1. Hypnotic flow... fits the emphasis on hooks very well. Cool concept.

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  2. Oh my, can really feel the pain in this little boy...and your feeling it with him....takes a piece of the heart away in reading.....bkm

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  3. i feel the words..poignant narrative

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  4. You do paint a vivid picture with this piece. Nice one shot. Love and Light, Sender

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  5. you indeed paint a picture with your words - and made me see the boy

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  6. very hypnotic..adam is right...and i saw him too..such is your wonderful words...great write and thanks for sharing...pete

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  7. I enjoyed it very much.. thanks for sharing..

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