an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
Through the eyes of a stranger,
I walk the crowded streets,
My thoughts hidden behind
A façade of indifference.
Always writing under breath
Each step the rhythm of a song
I listen for the murmurs,
The stories left half-told,
And with borrowed breath,
I weave their words into verse,
A silent chronicler,
Of lives intertwined.
Beneath the surface of each face,
A universe of fears and farce
Their hopes and sorrows,
Echoing in its urbane hum.
Children's laughter mingles with
The weight of grown up burdens,
A symphony of our joint existence
Playing in the back alleys and boulevards.
Each encounter, a fleeting moment,
A glance, a gesture, a whispered word,
Adding threads to each tapestry,
Of a city alive with unshod tales.
In the café corners, secrets whispered,
Lovers' quarrels, and reconciliations,
The elderly, reminiscing about days gone by,
Youth, restless and yearning for the future.
I am the observer, an unseen poet,
Capturing the essence of humanity,
Turning the ordinary into the extraordinary,
Through the alchemy of language and empathy.
With every step, I absorb their essence,
Their laughter, their pain, their resilience.
Through their eyes, I see a world
All at once bright and chaotic
Vibrant with color and complexity,
A dance of life in constant motion.
As the day wanes and the streets quiet,
I carry their stories with me,
Then transmuting into verse,
A testament to the beauty and fragility
Of human connection, disconnection
Seen through the eyes of a stranger.
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A fine write A.
Hey there ! Thanks kindly 🙂
A beautiful vision of a poet looking upon a world that is unaware of his presence. Very nicely written. Cryptic
Thanks Soren, a type of CCTV poetry can be likened to, it would seem. But not as cold.
A lovely way off describing people observation, which can apply to many more than just poets, the artistic spectrum. Really enjoyed the read
Exactly! Good to hear from you 🙏🏻thanks kindly 😊
You are very welcome
Ah...the unnoticed poet...an observer...the world (in all its beauty and ugliness) the muse. Well done, my friend! I can absolutely relate to this! 🌹👏
Thanks T🙏🏻
Wow this is amazing.The humble reader is taken on a journey of life that few can appreciate. Reminds me of the great T.S.Eliot. It is packed full of memorable lines.Sorry I had to read it twice to appreciate it.
No worries mate.mi should be sorry as it is far longer than typical. Thank you kindly 🙏🏻
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A stunning poem!! 🤩
The observation of
an unseen poet,
capturing the essence
Of humanity! 👍 👍
Great lines , great read,
articulately penned!!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks Thad! Mighty glad you approve 🙂
Great words arqios and so true, many of my poems are born through people watching.
Andy
People, people watching people, are the most observant people in the world…..
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