a faceless crowd of people
moving here and there
without voice in slow motion
as if lost or confused about their destination
and i stare through my window at passing cars
wondering when i will see
the one face that gives voice to my day
Loved your poem! Sometimes you just have to look into the mirror and give it to yourself. There are a lot of lost people, and not everyone has it to give back, so why wait.
I really like this poem. It reminds me of one I wrote some time ago about people moving to and fro with extreme importance but no sense of direction. Thanks for commenting, by the way.
I am really liking all your North Africa poems, and this one has that ineffable, mysterious quality I strive for in my poetry. You are a great reader too. Love the recording.
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beautiful feeling
what I see through car windows is mostly sad.
thanks for this
It’s how I feel everyday I ride the train to work. It’s beautiful…
great! I love the live action – the immediacy of the reflection.
Loved your poem! Sometimes you just have to look into the mirror and give it to yourself. There are a lot of lost people, and not everyone has it to give back, so why wait.
Amazing.
I love the line
the one face that gives voice to my day
there is always someone who makes it worthwhile
smiles Charles
I really like this poem. It reminds me of one I wrote some time ago about people moving to and fro with extreme importance but no sense of direction. Thanks for commenting, by the way.
I am really liking all your North Africa poems, and this one has that ineffable, mysterious quality I strive for in my poetry. You are a great reader too. Love the recording.
Is what we perceive a reflection of what we see or is it a mere projection of how we feel? Great poem either way!