First Glance

Looking up,

into lights, so blinding, 

an image plastered to the wall 

at first glance,

was frightening. 

Knew her before,

as a girl, 

beauty came with

a second look. 

A smile so trusting,

and a boy she took. 

Red hair then, 

red hair now, 

Boy was then, 

can’t tell you now. 

All he has passed, 

but you were, the, 

first glance...

his vary first, 

that caught his eye,

His vary first idol,

that he must let die,

on this wall. 

And now your just, 

a picture. 

Ever just…

-By Eric Weick 

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

The title is perfect for this poem. I like the way you used "ever just" n the end of the poem. The order of words appeal to me. Thanks for sharing, Eric.

[Eric Weick]

Thank you Brianna. I try to always use different words.

[Konigin]

Woah... Erick. This is REALLY powerful... It made me feel the loss of this woman... Great job. :)

[Eric Weick]

Thank you Chelsea.

[Konigin]

You are welcome Eric.

[Mercy Fae]

Very interesting word choice and descriptions. Interesting point of view as well.

[Eric Weick]

Thank you Hikari.