Facing camera lens of mobile phone
Fingers brush over golden dyed hair
Tidying his hairstyle
To look cool and presentable
Mirror is frozen at home
As mirror sleeps waiting
The return of its owner
Lonely of its master’s touch
Old things are cast aside and discarded
New stuff constantly goes along
Until it fades into old and rusty
With another new one replaces its current status
Inspiration On: Monday, 16 September 2013 from 10:34am to 10:42am
A man was sitting beside me looking at himself using his iPhone camera lens as mirror to tidy his hair. This intrigues me to write poetry then second stanza enters my imagination with third stanza is my conclusion.
Yoshiko 