Watching
My eye
is a lonely creature.
Watching.
Watching as I listen
to the hum of living.
Watching
my inner shadows.
My eye
is dim at its centre.
Blind
thought crashing against walls.
All this ricocheting
in my head.
What becomes of waking
when sleeping
is the better part of me.
Where is rest
while the clock
is full of ticking.
Watching
myself go blind.
That eye
casts no shadow.
That eye
is a lonely creature.
Stream of Consciousness of Saturday (including the word: rest). Image is from The Met NYC, by Utagawa Kuniyoshi. 19c. “Princess Yaegaki”. Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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7 responses to “Stream of Consciousness Saturday”
Oh!. Soooo interesting! Not even a shadow. So lonely. “watching myself go blind”…. such amazing observations. Super!!
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Thanks. Not exactly the jolliest thing to have to read! 😂😂
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Ach.. not all poetry can be jolly. Not even all comedians are jolly.:-)
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I occasionally break, but then pull myself back together again.
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You see… a strong, magnetic core. That is your secret. 🙂
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To be honest, world events are making me feel very fragile.
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Totally understandable. I keep my head fairly well buried in the sand whenever possible
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