Questions

ravenswingpoetry — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 23:51:20 +0000

From one watcher to another -
Isn’t it fun to discover
That you ain’t the only one
Hidden in the
Blackness
And spying on the
Madness?
But what do you
Do
When somebody wants to
Watch
YOU
Touch
YOU
Hear
YOU
Maybe even taste
YOU?
Do you give it up
Or pull it in?
Venture forth
Or withdrawn within
To your own universe
Of thought?
And for that matter,
What is “it”,
And does that volatile package
Include your heart?

Written 4/6/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

The Watcher

ravenswingpoetry — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 20:53:13 +0000

I watch life through hourglass eyes
As times drips down, eluding the wise;
Life moves past me, a dance of compromise
And I watch who loves, who lives, and who dies.

I watch life through spyglass eyes
So that no one sees my own bitter compromise
And I remain from afar, thinking I am wise
That no one sees my anguish and my cries.

I watch life through looking-glass eyes;
My own reflection looks back at me and belies
The folly of my loneliness where I thought I was wise
To remain hidden from the glances of others’ eyes.

Then I watch life through contact-lens eyes -
Fully in this dimension, and nobody pries,
Looking for the girl they all knew as “four-eyes”
Who used to perch in her ivory tower and longingly spy

For the moment when she could leap in and maximize
Hey joy at being something other than a pair of eyes.
I’m already here, via invitation from the wise -
No more simply watching through envious eyes.

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