PERCEPTIONS MISPLACED
Her glancing eyes, a North Sea grey,
towards his bold beguiling form
raised wrong perceptions on my brow
like furrows ploughed by passing wheels
yet soon suspicions washed away
as footprints in the passing rain.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Short poem today plus a painting I only completed this week of old Chester
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Beautiful write Michael.
Lovely painting, those two talking in your picture are Orchi and I, we have been everywhere in our long, long lives.
Hmm, was it you or I, G/F, that said 'Look up' to Harold just at that moment when.........?
Excellent words and that clever painting has much to say too. A wonderful duo and thanks for sharing them Michael.
Thanks Fay
A fine write and pic. yep, that's us two in your pic - Goldie and I. We're millions of years old! 1066 is one of our special events, cos we woz there in person! heehee.
Eye eye - will have to watch you two.
Nice. You paint your own artwork and write poetry to go with it. Great job. 🙂
Thanks - yes all my postings here are accompanied by my own artwork - painting is my first passion but poetry is beginning to take hold although I have been writing for many years now.
That's awesome. I just write lol
Lovely as is your art
Thanks for looking in Jooles
Lovely Michael. I could visualize the glances. Great picture as well!
nice poem 🙂
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