Poem: Gaze
There's only one person in the room to you,
that much is plain.
The rest of us exist in relation
Made visible by the shadows we cast.
I know better than to try, these days
To draw the eyes of thralls from their chosen stage.
Still my voice is a little loud, a little rough
To my own ears if no one else's.
And it is bad form to read poetry about someone in the room
However clever the words,
And so I will resist.
that much is plain.
The rest of us exist in relation
Made visible by the shadows we cast.
I know better than to try, these days
To draw the eyes of thralls from their chosen stage.
Still my voice is a little loud, a little rough
To my own ears if no one else's.
And it is bad form to read poetry about someone in the room
However clever the words,
And so I will resist.