I do not know how many faces you have, or why they each appear,
like fish on the surface of the water, fish flitting toward sunlight
on the surface. Your face changes
like glimmering moving scales,
a coin turning in the air,
and falling, finally, on heads or tails,
almost telling me what you wanted.
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A lot of emotion behind this poem it appears...wonderful work if I may say so.
ReplyDeletethank you, I really appreciate the feedback (and yes, you may say so :) )
Deletebut did you already know what you want before the coin faced one face or another?
ReplyDeleteMay I follow your blog? I would like to read more of your poetry in the future. Feel free to follow mine as well if you wish!
ReplyDeleteCertainly! Just followed you, myself--looking forward to reading your stuff.
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