Buried Mirror

Buried Mirror

I'm back from dusty roads
since departure to long walks
all chalk and rain did not invisible me
there was a buried mirror
Half way back home

Saw the unknown man
on the looking mirror
where was he going
he could not tell

Now back home
sets the pace
of wind and sails
war is over.




Poetry by Adriøn Caldera
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Written on 2016-09-14 at 18:20

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A very good poem that raises more questions than answers. One to make us ponder about so much. Welcome. I hope to read more of your poems.
Ashe
2016-09-15


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
These images paint a picture greater than the sum of its colors.
2016-09-15


Kathy Lockhart
The more I read this, the deeper it gets. I suppose the battle is inside and the buried mirror is his own self-reflection. Wind and Sails gives me pictures of freedom. For some reason, I am thinking of Hemingway. I don't know why. I just get that feeling.
It's amazing how words put together just so can provoke such emotion and images within individual readers. :)
2016-09-15


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A good poem , Adrian Caldera - welcome to - Poetbay.
ken(d williams)
2016-09-14