Open Poetry #49 |
Eye Contact |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Eye Contact Green-moving-red You glance around, By your side a vehicle stops, Just another sheep In a wandering, metal flock; Sudden fixation, eye on eye A voice speaks from in your mind, Says turn away, return, contact. Attraction, fixation Cannot be denied. Ignore- Divert-feign Disinterest Fix your collar , Tame a curl Tilt your mirror, Check your gauges Raise the music.. You don't have to turn, To see the arrangement; Your senses tell you someone is looking, Eyes exchange a mirrored stare Turn away, a temporary impermanence Of Reflections, in the sensate chasm Of your brows third eye. Thoughts mix chemical equations, That make Antenna's vibrate Oddly, Then a door That never opened- Closes, At the speed of light, When the light turns green. |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
You've convinced me ice. I'm not driving today...maybe never again. I'll just stay home and watch 'Twilight Zone'. Your writings are always of interest. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wow, dear Ford, this is a very captivating write. It happens just so. A few seconds can let us behold an opportunity for change ... but all the considerations need to be done and time has elapsed. Indeed, as you say ... "a door that never opened ... closes". Much enjoyed. Margherita |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You really nailed this one ice! Good job! ~L |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thank you Tick, Margherita, and Lori....forreading, and the reply. I set this poem in traffic, but it can happen anywhere...that glance at one of the opposite sex...Your eye contacts another eye..you look away, return, and make contact again..both look away quickly..kind of ashamed of your thoughts sometimes..then the light turns green, and the door closes... Thanks again. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Senses aware. Danger! Run! Getaway! No. Grit it out. . . These lines kicked-ass . . . quote: ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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