Watchers

poem

I can tell by the way you are staring at me

With bold, impertinent stare

That you wish you were somewhere else

And only see me from afar

I wonder what you think

Or do you simply surmise 

That I’ve had too much to drink?

Or perhaps you see a strange old stick

Practising  a circus trick

Oh how I wish I was, but the truth is you see

An enormous task such as this would even make St  Jude think

And he’d probably retire a broken man with 

A nervous tic and a constant blink

I wish you could see yourselves, I really do

If your one brain cell could work pretty quick, 

you  might just have a clue

I wish you would get yourself  a life

One which takes you far from here

Or else, please ask - don’t stare!

Reviews

[emmajoy]

I think you're describing more than it appears in this poem so, for this reader, it makes a somewhat tragic poem. But yet that finish shows what amazing composure you have and that's very, very much to be admired. You write so well, aiming for metred lines and clarity .. you achieve both. Great post.

[mynameisyou]

I like your poem. Keep up the good work!!

[Harmonica winds]

I really enjoyed this read, kind of sad in a way. Like it

[Sujash I. Purna]

another great work of yours...these two lines,

Or perhaps you see a strange old stick
Practising a circus trick

Nicest! Great work indeed!