Reflection Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Reflection



Reflecting, inward chewing,
Rubbing dust between my fingers,
Up to my wrists where
Ancient heartbeats dwell,
Sometimes rueful sad nostalgia
Touches here and now's calm shoulder,
And like a Belgian poppy
Welcomes shells.

Sunday, May 16, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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