Browsing my brow
through the mist in the mirror
I trace the creases
and folds
of my face
the shadows of sadness
the wrinkles of worry
these carvings of care —
my consciousness naked,
my being myself,
man, not machine,
concerned by the war.

Rose O’Neill

Today Linda hosts the Quadrille at dVerse with the word browse.

May 30, 2022

22 responses to “Concerned

  1. So much realism in this piece; I feel harrowed myself, especially with how this reflects the sadness and exhaustion at the state of the world we are in. Tragedy never ends, and we all end up consumed in some way or another. Beautifully and evocatively written. ❤

  2. Such an introspective browse into the contours of care, leading suddenly outwards into the final line, with great effect and inclusiveness, drawing breath all over again.

  3. Yes indeed. An absorbing quadrille.
    Thanks for dropping by to read mine.


  4. Oh there is so much to read in the poem of your face. I hope you can also find the crows feet of laughter there as well

  5. That look dismissing the mists in the mirror always hits home as we see both ourselves and the cause and effect of pressure and frustration. As the saying goes, ‘only the dead have seen the end of war..” It leaves its biggest mark on the living..

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