Tuesday, July 10, 2012


FACES

Finding identity
In crowded places…
Each countenance flush

On frontal display;
Bearing contours of similitude
Yet never the same-
The one from another.

See the look of love…
Of anxiety – mighty dread
Caught in frames of fleeting spells;
Radiant smiles mocking
Gloom’s ugly scowls and eyes
Flush with stirring, reflecting humanity.

 
Scaling the spectrum
Of generational fervor,
The once cheery cherubic
Infant glow duly savored,
Yields to ascending years
Of youth’s chiseled flair.

And soon the sun setting
Fletches of mortality
Would each primal façade imbue
 Life defining impressions-
Fleshy folds – wise scrolls…..
Unique each, as the story it tells;
Faces bearing contours of similitude
Yet never the same, the one from another.

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