While standing in a queue I saw this guy and....

his small stature 

exuded a substance

far greater than his bulk, 

it radiated through his eyes, 

captivating my very soul.

He secreted

demureness 

that I imagined 

hid a knowing 

beyond his years.

About him there was

a certain gentleness 

of manner 

that belied, 

I guessed,

the unimaginable horrors 

of his brief  past,

so stirred and curious

I felt pulled by his presence.

Yet,  a stranger to me, 

to my core 

he had 

an odd sense

of familiarity, 

that weighed heavy 

as it channeled down, 

hanging mid-heart 

beset in a deep sigh.  

Reviews

[JustLorry]

I wonder if he felt the same. Beautifully captured, as always Victoria :-)

[victoria]

thank you, I don't think he was even aware of me behind him (rudely staring) :)

[JustLorry]

:-)

[Frank James Davis]

Wish I had your psychic abilities. I have trouble telling a modern democrat from an old-fashioned communist.
Kinda spooky subject matter; written by a decidedly spooky author.
Very well portrayed.

[victoria]

yes well spooky maybe, only in the sense that it reflects both the light and dark side of me, how sometimes hang negative attributes to the unknown, seeing past what simply is, anyhow, it passed the time while I waited to pay, and he seemed more interesting that what was in his trolley. :) thank you Frank, am I really spooky?