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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

February 25, 2019 at 12:53 PM

WOW! Gershon, true poetry my friend!

Gershon Wolf

February 26, 2019 at 8:57 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

February 25, 2019 at 9:46 AM

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

Gershon Wolf

February 26, 2019 at 8:55 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