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Looks, our everything.

by John G.Hall 

Posted: 21 March 2004
Word Count: 64
Summary: Where are we?
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Looks, our everything.


I look nothing like
how I feel inside.
Young morning
thoughts awake
nothing but age.
Grey edged eyes
look already tired,
hammocks of flesh
hung between sleeps.

I feel nothing like
how I look inside.
Where blood sprints
and dream jumps,
where books read
and souls compose.
Where silence speaks
the loudest volumes,
where quiet dialogue
between us weeps.



John G.Hall(c)2004






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The Walrus at 21:29 on 21 March 2004  Report this post
John,

I like this because it echoes what, invariably, the vast majority of people feel at some point in their lives, as age reduces one.

Fav lines:

'Where blood sprints
and dream jumps,
where books read
and souls compose.
Where silence speaks
the loudest volumes'

It also reminded me of a comment I made on a poem my brother (Marcus1) wrote entitled 'Beauty':

'I have observed 'classically beautiful' women, who leave people completely untouched by their stereo-typed beauty. I have also observed 'normal' women who men and women would die for because what they radiate from within has the power to literally transform their 'average' looks. It is really quite astonishing. '

As always John, a well crafted piece.

The Walrus
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roovacrag at 07:30 on 22 March 2004  Report this post
Great piece of work,well written as usual.
First stanza is how i look first thing.
Get the adrenalin moving so it's bearable to look in a mirror.
Well done.
xx Alice
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