Encounter

A poem about identity and ego

Encounter

 

You don’t look like your poems,  she said

So I looked her in the eye

For many moments we were locked

In a visual embrace

Both evaluating a potential loss of face

Until a man with a tray of canapés

Came between us quite efficiently

And the moment, thank God, was lost

Author's Note

Mistaken identity. Often we are the ones to blame

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Ends relatively fast in the verse...
yet you contain just enough to keep the reader...
within the lines of what is being observed...
in your words and the break...
for intense purposes takes the rather meaningfulness...
out of the equation of things...

[mikedohsays]

thanks Glen, I tend to write fast. Often on a whim. I just love the process. Like meditation.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I see...you're welcome...often writers have their own style...what leads them to write in the first place...write on...

[Tina Louise UK]

Interesting...like the awkwardness of this piece. I often wonder if I look like my poems :) x