After the dark
Before you were born
A cold front
Pressure
Built up a storm
You were observed
Watched for progress
We finally found you
In a moment of focus
To us was brand new
All your moves measured
Record kept safe
Any hint of rebel
I encouraged
Allowing time to accel
Your consciousness
Alien to our ways we keep
For you we stay grounded
Your flight nature asleep
All your thoughts in a hurry
All of how to escape
From observers of us
You show growth as of late
But before we were made
Aware of your skills
Of how slipping your mind
Changes language of time
We knew you had already
Highjacked this domain
And returned to the moment
Where we stayed watching your space
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Author:
Sylvia Somaduroff (
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- Comment from author about the poem: just a perspective on when you might feel watched. I understand a lot of people feel this way sometimes. Might as well make yourself interesting if you have an audience.
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Comments2
Feeling observed is something we all feel from time to time. A fine write
thank you and observance to you too 🙂
very good write and great subject matter
THANK YOU and good observation to you too!
most welcome
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