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Golden Locks, Eyes of Blue

His rainment bleak Snarls of hair matted Bloated shoes mud-streaked Wisps of hair unhatted Muttered imprecations Hiding teeth jagged A bedraggled skeleton Cursing Nature, near-ragged Those with golden locks and eyes of deep blue Face the mirror squarely Could his image have been you?

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Bobby May

Date: 2/25/2019 12:53:00 PM

WOW! Gershon, true poetry my friend!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/26/2019 8:57:00 AM

'Poetry' is already 'a level,' esp. for me. 'True/Truth' is an even higher level. So, 'true poetry?' ---Bobby, you have made my day, my friend!! Thank you so much. Best wishes, Gershon

M. L. Kiser

Date: 2/25/2019 9:46:00 AM

Reincarnation...could have been...no one knows all of their past lives and karma really does do its job.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/26/2019 8:55:00 AM

Beauty in the eye of the beholder here: Finally (!) one of my poems 'worked!' I'm so thrilled, THRILLED, by your comment, as I hadn't thought of reincarnation at all when I wrote it. I look up to poets whose writing can be interpreted different ways---and now I've written a poem like that. Without your comment I wouldn't have known. So, I owe you! Blessings, Gershon

W.A. Cholt

Date: 2/25/2019 8:01:00 AM

Nice description. Particularly fond the last verse. A deep pointed question.