inside, outside
.
I splash water
on my face
....brown eyes
tiptoe past
peaceful rooms
with small beds
..and long lashes
to the kitchen
..to my morning coffee
across the table
from.....her place
and..I just want to write
a poem to that space
..and to the coffee
and the lashes
..that's usually
when I notice (him)
out the window
..in (his) car
just watching
always...watching
with the saddest
brown eyes
I have ever
......seen
.
9 Comments:
Very mysterious, this left me thinking and reading the text over...
Indeed.
Poetry is about a vibe and a feeling..not always about learning every word and what it means.
Although this one has a very specific meaning behind it.
why the sad eyes?
Because..this could have been his...
wasn't it the same guy? i thought it was a metaphor
It IS the same guy.
Hm..I think I missed it. Must be the fog.
Attempting to understand the specific meaning behind this. Is it about a man living his life feeling as though he's an outsider and wishing to be part of it?
It's about a man who is feeling grateful because he could very easily be the man in the car...
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