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By no1butClo
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28 August 2007 |
When a stranger, someone new,
looks me in the eye
I never know if I should look away
or stare them out, to bitter end of blinking.
One never means to fight,
yet such connections often lead
to pugnacious leering,
tension that could snap,
spill words, blows, blood.
But this pair of eyes that will not leave mine
doesn’t seem to mind it, so this contact
will not result in confrontation.
Unless he looks twice.
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Written by Phil (6836 comments posted) 28th August 2007 | This captures the unease of meeting a strangers eye well. Your response is different to mine - but none less valid. I tend to come over all embarrassed.
I think you've well and truly broken your drought!
Phil | Depends
Written by Josie (2825 comments posted) 28th August 2007 | | If it is someone of my own sex, I give them a smile. That melts any embarrassment. Staring by the opposite sex is nothing but bad manners! Maybe you should tell them that! |
Written by Gill21 (566 comments posted) 30th August 2007 | Lovely flow to this. I am one of those strange people who always meets eyes and smiles. I often get frowned at, like i am mad. A vivid and well written poem. Enjoyed  |
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