Dozens of eyes
Focussed on the game
One pair finds the lens
With a Mona Lisa smile
The only face
I can’t quite read
Tag: smile
Powell Street Cable Car Smile
I record the world
To share what I have seen
And as I share
I often find
The moments missed
While I recorded
Like a beautiful smile
Meant for me alone
Upon the Sigh
Dawn already
Come and gone
First sun reflects
From wintry throne
Beneath the glow
Of cloudless sky
I hold my grief
In chill repose
The magic light
Has challenged woes
Soon comes the smile
Upon the sigh
Smile! Not so much.
Don’t tell her to smile
Not now nor in twenty years
Let her moment be
Not now nor in twenty years
Let her moment be
Whimsy
Ah,
The whimsy
Of a few curved lines
And a stencil
In an obscure corner
Of hard edges
And some distress
Meaning indecipherable
But for the inexplicable smile
It brings
To my being
The whimsy
Of a few curved lines
And a stencil
In an obscure corner
Of hard edges
And some distress
Meaning indecipherable
But for the inexplicable smile
It brings
To my being
An Intimacy Between Strangers
There is a certain kind of inner smile
Which accompanies a smile
Shared among strangers
An intimacy to be treasured
Which accompanies a smile
Shared among strangers
An intimacy to be treasured
What is there in a smile?
I saw your smile
He said
I wanted to meet
The man with such a smile
Said the stranger
Asking for a selfie of us
He said
I wanted to meet
The man with such a smile
Said the stranger
Asking for a selfie of us
Ending the Bad Days
Sometimes
The end of a bad day
Begins with a smile
The end of a bad day
Begins with a smile
Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle
In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw
Portrait of Happiness
In a city of
Greys and dust
And muted blues
A young smile
Comes to me
“Take my picture”
She says
Then stands there
Happy and poised
In vivid red