
In memory of your
Faces we no longer see,
Who fought to keep us free,
Souls so brave and true, now gone,
For our freedom we thank you.
Tanka

In memory of your
Faces we no longer see,
Who fought to keep us free,
Souls so brave and true, now gone,
For our freedom we thank you.
Tanka

Faces are all around me
Young, old, dark, light,
As far as I can see
Faces are all around me
Some sad, some friendly
Some mad, some drawn tight
Faces are all around me
Young, old, dark, light,
Triolet
There are so many faces we see daily. Sometimes I don’t take the time to look at every face but other times I make a point to focus on each face I see. I guess that’s called “People Watching” and it can be very interesting.

Who are you four,
Watching me
From above?
Friends or foe?
Syllabic Verse
Grand-daughter sent me this pic she recently took at the beach. I was taken aback by all the faces I saw in the clouds!

#NaPoWriMo–Day 11–Prompt: Poem that blends detail with abstraction