ObservationA Chapter by J. ViandsIt’s hard to see anything, When you’re not looking, I’m not looking, So I see nothing. So much for observation, When you’re not observing, Rather creating, What could this be based on? Maybe quickening, A beckoning, To see everything, Hastening, My realization, That I am observing What I am seeing. Are piece’s falling in to position? Still I don’t think I am succeeding. Not yet am I returning, To a skill I am recalling. It seems I am still struggling. © 2012 J. Viands |
StatsAuthorJ. ViandsLeesburg, VAAboutMy writing is refined in to portfolios I write to much to be able to post all my poetry separately don’t feel obligated to read the whole thing just what you would like… or the whole thi.. more..Writing
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