Friday, September 24, 2010

The Watchful Eye

The watchful eye looms
Waiting, measuring, comparing

Its glow, and foresight
Cannot begin to explain itself

But it knows

It knows

“Why?” it yells out
“Why do you sit, and why do you say”

Onto the next, and the next, and the next

Somehow, someway, in another time
The watchful eye was none
Yet, its view was perceived
And not fully understood
But it simply was

“Bring forth” it whispers
So loud, though
You can hear it across the hall
And down the stairway

What ever will you bring to it?
What ever does it want.

“Bring yourself” it says

“And be alone”



  1. wow,
    divine ending...
    be oneself is a cool thing to do.
    lovely job.


    pass to 1 to 10 friends..
    Happy Weekend!

    Hope to see you in our poetry potluck tomorrow.
    12 hours later.