these years go quicker
than you would’ve believed
five years ago
now the others
seem to be doing well
this one other
I look at the pictures
they have elected
to wallpaper
their pencil-case sized
portion of the web
and yes
between the shots
of leafy streets
meals reflected in mirrors
an emotionless selfie
one in every six
it is clear
they have gripped
the big city
or the other way around
and here
in your own mirror
straggly tufts of hair
glints of silver
sewn into teeth
thin crimson pitchforks
in the whites of the eyes
you wouldn’t know a life
like that if you walked into it
shook its hand
over a strangely-named drink
in a poky but affable bar
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
these years go quicker
than you would’ve believed
five years ago
now the others
seem to be doing well
this one other
I look at the pictures
they have elected
to wallpaper
their pencil-case sized
portion of the web
and yes
between the shots
of leafy streets
meals reflected in mirrors
an emotionless selfie
one in every six
it is clear
they have gripped
the big city
or the other way around
and here
in your own mirror
straggly tufts of hair
glints of silver
sewn into teeth
thin crimson pitchforks
in the whites of the eyes
you wouldn’t know a life
like that if you walked into it
shook its hand
over a strangely-named drink
in a poky but affable bar
Written: February 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
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