Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Portrait...

Scratched beyond recognition
At the margin of today's paper
That lies soulless
On your coffee table -
As we talk unsure, hushed
Our voices sliding into pauses abrupt -
Is perhaps my face
That you so fondly drew
Knowing it's me on the phone for you.

© Dan Husain
April 13, 2005

3 comments:

Ashish Gorde said...

What I like about this poem is the way you have described a moment, and shared the undercurrents... beautiful.

Sophie said...

Great work Dan!
Rings so true since I often try to doodle faces of people while I am talking to them.

Pincushion said...

This is lovely!