I stood across from him.
His eyes,
tired.
Old.
Lines spreading away
from them in all directions.
Like search parties
on the prowl.
yet, there is still a sapphire
of youth in them.
They stalked the backyard
with GI Joe and
spent windy summer days
atop a BMX.
Now,
sunken.
Aged,
by obligation.
I sigh deep
and walked away
from the mirror.
4 comments:
I added age as a theme for this one. I know that both Brent and Brandi have poems that deal with aging/youth, but I don't want to be forward and tag their themes.
I thought from the beginning that this was about your dog (although "atop a BMX" made me wonder) and the last line caught me by surprise. Reminds me a lot of Tim's "Lilly" in the sense that we do not have a clear grasp on who the main character is for the majority of the poem. I like it.
And I took your suggestion and tagged my poems.
Shoot...I'm not as respectful as you are, Chris: I've been tagging poems left and right. Oopsie...
I love the revealing final stanza in "Eyes," Chris. It comes as a surprise, and, as a reader, I feel left staring at the same image in the mirror.
In the second stanza, I thought that this must be a mirror. This is perhaps because I know you, your age, and the cultural references. That said, it remains a mystery until the end.
Reflection is such a deep concept and functions so deeply as a metaphor. Another interesting concept to explore might be a reflection in water, such as a lake or a stream.
The voice her reminds me of "Repurposed." I feel as though I'm getting a very strong sense of your poetic style. And, this thematically relates to many of your previously posted poems, in terms of nostalgia.
Very nice.
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