When No One's Looking

The poet is a man who lives at last by watching his moods. An old poet comes at last to watch his moods as narrowly as a cat does a mouse. - Thoreau

i blab to the breeze

asking without saying please

down 'pon hands and knees

Author's Note

“So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one center.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

So I’m guessing this about prayer but it made my wild brain think of something much more naughty. I will keep that to myself

[Pete]

yes, that and how we act differently when we think that no one can see us. it's not wild, you're just being real and who you are. many of us live in denial.

[Poetic Beauty]

That’s true my brain like sensual pleasurable things. Don’t get me wrong I pray numerous times a day because of my anxiety and various other reasons. But the wording triggered a whole different pleasure center.

[Pete]

when i first started writing in the cafe, i would sometimes get angry when people didn't get my meaning in a piece. that i realized that it doesn't matter what i meant, poetry is about how it makes a reader feel and what it makes them think of. there is no right or wrong.

[Poetic Beauty]

I agree. Everyone has different life experiences and will perceive things differently because of different life journeys