Have you looked around lately?

Have you paid attention?

The drawing on a shopping list left in a grocery store basket bears your face in great detail;

 

Your reflection on the neighbor's car speaks to the stray cat about their weekend;

 

The fan blows the scent of your freshly washed skin into the nose of a curiously shaped passerby;

 

A replica of your eye grows in a pot of olives in the back of a cabinet in your late grandfather’s summer house inherited by aunts you don’t know;

 

The bruise on your back turns every color every second, unseen under your shirt;

 

The stranger dreams of you every night, never remembering any of it in the morning;

 

Vegetables grow from the dead seeds you accidentally dropped in your electrical closet;

 

The world pauses without your knowledge, the only trace being your dry throat;

 

The fly in your cubicle flies against a non-existent window;

 

The cloud shaped like your childhood home floats by in the night;

 

The spider in your bedroom weaves the date you’ll die in her web, only to be swiped away in the morning when you open the closet door;

 

The note appears in a notebook in your closet, long forgotten.

Author's Note

first poem i've posted! go easy on me :)

Reviews

[Efxaris Arampatzi]

Your poem is beautifully surreal, intertwining ordinary moments into profound reflections. I loved the line "The spider in your bedroom weaves the date you’ll die in her web," as it’s haunting yet thought-provoking. The vivid imagery and unique connections captivate the reader entirely. Great work, it's nicely written! :)

[Mara]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it :)