Friday, March 27, 2009

He Thinks, She Thinks

He thinks his wrinkles earn him some respect.
She thinks the silver in her hair is quite becoming.
He frowns in mirrors, knows what to expect,
he thinks. His wrinkles. Earning some respect,
he tells her he's unable to detect
her age (she looks like grandma's photos she's been thumbing,
he thinks.) His wrinkles earn him some respect,
she thinks. The silver in her hair is quite becoming.

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12 comments:

Fledgling Poet said...

I love how they mirror each other's thoughts...very cleverly done.

SmallWorld at Home said...

Oh, I love this! Love the echoing and the sounds of the words. Fabulous!

Linda Jacobs said...

The triolet is the perfect vehicle for this subject!

I like it!

Tumblewords: said...

Mirror, mirror. Nicely done!

Beth said...

Fun to read how their impressions of each other counter back and forth. A lovely meditation on aging within and without!

Epicurus said...

Very thought provoking as I think the silver in my hair is quite becoming...

Collette

keith said...

This is delightful. I'm proud of my silver hair!

rosey said...

I just loved reading this. Two minds in perfect harmony.

Redness said...

A joy to read ... beautiful ;)

jay said...

Very neat, and very satisfying to read. I like the echoing, too!

cavaliere84 said...

beautifully written :)

WriteUp Cafe said...

good to have come across this blog..
very beautifully written..