Faces

 

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FACES

H. W. Bryce

 

—a free range poem

 

Have you ever looked into a face

And wondered

Where it’s been?

What lies behind those mysterious eyes?

What secrets do those wrinkles hold?

What would enfold if you asked?

Would the eyes glare and put you off?

Or would the ‘worry crinkle’ at the corners

Soften into smile lines?

Trust.

An act of faith

Is all it takes to ask. Phrase

It right, and you get the smile, and a wonderful

Intimate conversation.

Oh, it might be a one-off, but

It would be a memorable one.

Perhaps you saved the person’s day?

Perhaps that distant look was

loneliness.

Perhaps your unexpected flattery of

Attention was a gift to a lonely soul.

Perhaps, even, your friendly face

Just opened up a door into that lonely

Soul, and

Perhaps

this (just might be) “the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

(an open-faced relationship?)

 

Well, even if the stranger’s face rebuffed

You with an icy glare and perhaps a gruff

Harrumph!, nothing much was lost

Between you. After all, there was nothing

There to begin with.

 

Well, what can you do facing such a face

As the mind muses while stumped

For a subject for a poem. The poetic mood

Was there, but the Muse was not. She was

Absent in action. She often takes holidays.

Especially, it seems, when you are needy.

 

Perhaps it’s time to go out and wander the streets.

Plenty of faces out there. Even if still masked

Against the prejudices that are so endemic.

There. You are free to cast this array of

Characters into appropriate evil customers,

Over whom you can wield your unlimited

Power of invention to overcome whatsoever

Evil these evil characters might be up to.

 

After all, such sinister actors must be dealt with.

If we are to have any peace at all.

 

PS: While we are in such an analytical frame

Of mind,

Avoid all mirrors.

 

I know. We’re afraid of homeless people.

Did you know?

They have souls.

They have

Minds.

They have everything that you have

Except

A way to make a living.

And

A home.

And we worry about our smile lines…

And a friendly face is a

Friendly face.

— —

And there is so much more behind a face.

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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