Some twitching, some smiling
Few staring, few brooding.
One is nervous, the other surprised
Someone is excited; while the other is fearful.
Wrinkles criss-crossing like a river,
The years seen, the paths tread.
Those scars; now a tattoo etched forever
Bearing testimony of hurdles crossed.
Those flowy hair; matted and dirty
Given up on comforts
Those countless freckles; like stars in the sky
Hiding numerous stories.
Imperfect yet charming; different yet similar.
Each waxing eloquent unique experiences.
Are all those faces....
Random Faces.
Few staring, few brooding.
One is nervous, the other surprised
Someone is excited; while the other is fearful.
Wrinkles criss-crossing like a river,
The years seen, the paths tread.
Those scars; now a tattoo etched forever
Bearing testimony of hurdles crossed.
Those flowy hair; matted and dirty
Given up on comforts
Those countless freckles; like stars in the sky
Hiding numerous stories.
Imperfect yet charming; different yet similar.
Each waxing eloquent unique experiences.
Are all those faces....
Random Faces.
Beautiful poem. Is pareidolia included in this?
ReplyDeleteThank you SG. Was inspired by an art. Your thought is very interesting! No I had not considered pareidolia; but now I think it applies well.
DeleteVery well written
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