The Observer

November 20, 2011
By ash3156 SILVER, Frankford, Delaware
ash3156 SILVER, Frankford, Delaware
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Human nature is a game of perception

A Pursed Lip
A Ticking finger
A glare that could melt metal
A smile with no life
That cracks the corners
But reaches no further
A masterpiece in
The black and white

Eyes that flick and catch
Pierce and drop
Dissect but pretend
Not to see,
Draping a lid to the
Subtle deliberate

The skin is a novel
And the pages keep turning
Speaking a language
To a silent dismissal
Cauterizing its pores
To a casual glance

We are all readers
Do we know we’re writers, too?

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IzzyVT SILVER said...
on Jan. 4 2012 at 4:20 pm
IzzyVT SILVER, N. Ferrisburg, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

You have some really powerful metaphors here..."The skin is a novel", for The poems last two lines too make me think and ponder its meaning. A nice, deep and thoughtful poem.


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