You notice…
The light bend in your seven spade
as your thumb cramps fidgeting.
You notice…
The small tear she wears on her fishnets
as she glides by, reloading your glass.
Your notice…
The couple celebrating across the labyrinth
as you hope–and swear–you’re up next.
You notice…
The way the gentleman smirks
as he unfurls a loaded hand.
You even notice…
Your eyes now have to squint
as you move your jeff cap to shield
the rising sun.
It’s pulling upwards,
bleeding its colors,
spewing its rays
as it sears through
the lonely window.
But with your anchored gaze,
You don’t notice it at all.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: about going through the motions, failing to utilize the full potential of awareness
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Comments3
For everything that we focus on there and millions that we screen out. A telephoto camera lens that looses focus on the bigger picture. Nicely written
Well said!
A lovely write on how we focus on what we want to see and not the bigger picture, enjoyed the read
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