Darren Watson Poet Verse

Reflection

There is a man hiding behind my mirror
Where my reflection ought to be
He reveals himself when I'm shaving
and he's really scaring me.

He must be nearly forty 
Hints of grey grow in his hair
I turn around to look behind me
but of course there's no one there.

I slip with my razor
and I see blood on his chin
You are really extracting the urine
I find myself shouting to him.

Now he's really mocking me
His lips are synchronised with mine
Even when I give him the finger
He gives me one back every time.

The evil sod followed me on holiday
When I went to sunny Spain
A lady took a picture of me posing in my boxers
and there he was again.

I call him Willie Nelson
Because he is always on my mind
I've said some words that should not be heard
They were of a very naughty kind .

Tonight I thought I'd lost him
Until the DJ called my name
I looked up at the karaoke screen
and there he was again.

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Lucilla Carrillo June 8, 2014 at 1:17 PM Congratulations on this poem being featured. You did a great job with it. I enjoyed it very much. Have a blessed day. ... Lucilla

Connie Marcum Wong June 2, 2014 at 4:36 AM Darren, this was delightful. Perfect rhyme in a playful lyrical chime. I love the way you write! Congrats on it being featured!

Alex Frankel February 17, 2014 at 2:12 AM Really enjoyed this! Darren Watson February 17, 2014 at 8:10 AM Thank you Alex. Just me being silly.

Shadow Hamilton February 14, 2014 at 8:03 AM very good Darren enjoyed it hugs Darren Watson February 17, 2014 at 8:09 AM Thank you Shadow . Just my idea of humour .

Kathryn Collins February 2, 2014 at 1:50 PM You are crazy my new friend and I love you. That Willie Nelson line is priceless. Just remember, wherever you go, you bring yourself with you. From reading your poetry, that ain't so bad. xxx's ooo's Darren Watson February 3, 2014 at 6:24 AM I'm the eternal optimist Kathryn . For me life should be fun , I don't walk about giggling all the time but I appreciate the little I have and I'm happy . Hope you are too . Thanks for the kind comment my friend.

Afroze Ali January 31, 2014 at 1:19 AM I have fun doing this too... getting out of oneself and seeing the way I talk and behave. Great poem enjoyed it so much.... Darren Watson January 31, 2014 at 2:34 AM I'm afraid I tell myself off sometimes too , lol I call myself some silly names . In fact I'm thinking of changing my surname to Head . Thanks for the nice comments though.

Ralph Sergi January 30, 2014 at 4:46 PM Hi Darren: A great and second poem I have read on Reflection. This poem reminds me of a creative writing course of what I see when I look in the mirror. By the way, the second poem is about Reflection by Carrie Richards. You can share yours with her. Darren Watson January 31, 2014 at 12:49 AM Thanks for the kind comments Ralph and I promise to look Carrie up today.

Ralph Sergi January 30, 2014 at 4:46 PM Hi Darren: a great and second poem I have read on Reflection. This poem reminds me of a creative writing course of what I see when I look in the mirror. By the way, the second poem is about Reflection by Carrie Richards. You can share yours with her.

Carol Eastman January 29, 2014 at 4:59 PM The need to find oneself is so strong here... Fun and amazing win. Darren Watson January 30, 2014 at 12:57 AM Thank you for your kind comments . Truth is , I am always losing myself , I love to travel and explore but I'm the worst map reader in the world . So its easy to confuse me , lol

Nette Onclaud January 29, 2014 at 4:58 PM charming main order of a piece, darren... sweet congrats!.. huggs Darren Watson January 30, 2014 at 12:51 AM If the poem made you smile . It did what it was designed to do . Thanks for the kind comments .

Richard Lamoureux January 29, 2014 at 8:29 AM This was so much fun, congratulations on a fine win. Darren Watson January 29, 2014 at 8:57 AM Thank you for your kind comment , ?

Dr.Ram Mehta January 29, 2014 at 6:29 AM Wonderful poem and congrats on the fine win, Darren Darren Watson January 29, 2014 at 7:34 AM Thank you for the comments . Not sure what it I'm supposed to have won , Even my nephew bowled me out at cricket in the indoor nets last night and he's only seven . lol

Laura Breidenthal January 29, 2014 at 6:24 AM Awesome poem. Love how your personality shines through. The blood and the razor give a very vivid image. Cool expressions. Always, Laura Darren Watson January 29, 2014 at 7:31 AM I'm a wimp too so its a wonder I didn't faint . lol Thanks for the nice comments.

Vicky Tsiluma January 29, 2014 at 2:23 AM Nicely done Darren! I like how you've developed the poem. Sometimes it takes removing ourselves from a situation to clearly see what in the world we are doing with our lives. Very well written! Darren Watson January 29, 2014 at 3:02 AM Vicky Growing up I had five big sisters to make me take a step back and look at myself and boy did they enjoy doing it but I have my own place now , As I give the orders at work I might get called a few choice names behind my back but I rarely hear the truth , So I have to look in the mirror and give myself some stick now and again , Thanks for the kind comments though.

Lucilla Carrillo January 26, 2014 at 5:46 PM Darren; This is very good. I enjoyed it very much. There is nothing wrong with getting old. Some poeple never get that chance. Have a great day... Lucilla Darren Watson January 27, 2014 at 9:55 AM The poem was just me having a bit of fun at my expense Lucilla . I cherish every day , I spend most of my free time Visiting the Yorkshire dales or England's stately homes. When the day arrives when I can't do that , I will know I've grown too old.