My grandfather
always had “that look” on his face;
there was no other name for it.
He used his eyes and lips
to show his disapproval,
which was quite often.
He was a hard cookie,
that man, with the brick look.
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"free-verse" poetry from the soul
Ah, I love that last line! “Brick look” is so descriptive. 🙂
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lolss
Wonderful words woven together.. 🙂
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Sending you loads of wishes-
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xoxox
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profound piece,
love the word flow..
keep it up…
Join poets rally…
have fun!
🙂
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good one. some people say everything without opening their mouth.
visiting you from Jingle’s blog,
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/
Happy Rally!
trisha
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Ah…I had forgotten that phrase…perfect poem for it.
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An ancient – cast in stone. Beautifully sculpted – well done.
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Excellent detail and description
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Yes,I know that look well enough 🙂
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