Some fingerprints left on our lives smudge....
Some are crisp and clean...
Most are both.
Excellent use of the veil making you think and ponder. Haunting!
Thank you for the expression of your art.
Cheers,
Jason Knott
We seldom see ourselves as the world sees us. But the reflections of our fathers sharply define the true image. This is an incredibly strong poem and I am so looking forward to reading much more of your work. Bravo.
i loved it you should read some of my poems
It is a short beautiful write. I like it.
I've done this, but someone forged my father's signature, in other words I was in denial and resented any similarity imagined by others. This poem expounds precisely and excellently.
Bob
Powerful stuff,
"portrait of a stranger...
signed by my father."
A great write.
Beautiful style