An Idle Musing Poem by Graham Stone

An Idle Musing



Can you bring a conscious face to the mirror?
Is it swollen when you see it?
Is it aghast, agape with shock or love?
What stares back at you when you look?

In my house, there are no mirrors.
Just my distorted doppelganger in the window’s glass.

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Graham Stone

Graham Stone

birmingham (England)
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