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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Friday, March 27, 2009
He Thinks, She Thinks
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12 comments:
I love how they mirror each other's thoughts...very cleverly done.
Oh, I love this! Love the echoing and the sounds of the words. Fabulous!
The triolet is the perfect vehicle for this subject!
I like it!
Mirror, mirror. Nicely done!
Fun to read how their impressions of each other counter back and forth. A lovely meditation on aging within and without!
Very thought provoking as I think the silver in my hair is quite becoming...
Collette
This is delightful. I'm proud of my silver hair!
I just loved reading this. Two minds in perfect harmony.
A joy to read ... beautiful ;)
Very neat, and very satisfying to read. I like the echoing, too!
beautifully written :)
good to have come across this blog..
very beautifully written..
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