Your conspiratorial wink
seeks my complicit nod.
A pact, an inside joke
among us privileged.
What’s the punch line today?
Racism? Xenophobia? Homophobia?

Today the tacit agreement ends.
I will look you in the eye – unflinchingly –
and say, “No more!”
Straight. Into. The. Mirror.

dVerse Quadrille #68: Wink

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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22 Responses to Insider

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Interesting how winks can steal ones dignity!

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  2. Anonymous says:

    And does that image in the mirror wink once again or does it bow?


  3. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like the reference to the mirror at the end.

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  4. Gina says:

    this was excellent, reminds me of childhood games when we winked to give signals and inadvertently gave ourselves away!

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  5. I think we need to face the lies straight… no time for winks any longer.

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  6. sanaarizvi says:

    Love the twist!

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  7. De Miller Jackson says:

    That last line is a zinger, indeed! May we all look there, first.

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  8. Powerful word pictures! The last line is poignant and true! Fantastic job!

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  9. I agree with De’s comment. Great last line.

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  10. Rob Kistner says:

    Hi Maggie! I enjoyed reading your poem here, it was well written… good self talk… 😉

    …rob from Image & Verse
    My “wink”

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