Reflections of the morning sky

Walking with you,
  your hand on my shoulder.

Dignity personified,
  holding a red tipped cane.

Only for a few hundred yards.

Until the next day,
  as I wonder,
     can you see the beauty in your eyes?

Reviews

[Jon Roggie]

When are schedules matched, I would help a blind man. We rode the same train and bus. I would just give him a shoulder, and lead. I guess this one was for him.

[Pryde Foltz]

Until the next day,
as I wonder,
can you see the beauty in your eyes?

I see the beauty in this poem. Moment of true splendour.

[Jon Roggie]

Thank you. Just noticing what is around me!

[Renée]

I hear when someone loses a sense..the other senses become sharper…though they may not see their own beauty…they can sense beauty within another soul…. lovely ending

[Jon Roggie]

Story behind the poem. I catch the lightrail for a couple of stops, and then catch a bus. One morning, I see a guy walk right into a pillar. I had seen him on my usual bus. I had not noticed his cane. Asked if he would like a guide. "You ride the 48?" When are schedules met, I would say hello, give him a shoulder, and talk for a bit.

[Renée]

I would expect nothing less from you ( :

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:: wow... a very beautiful and moving piece of poetry, monsieur jon...

[Jon Roggie]

Thank you, my friend. Stories from life. They are always the most honest.