Imagining things I may be, but you
Appear to be ignoring other eyes
And gazing just at me, as if on cue;
Your ancient gaze shreds my modern disguise
What serendipitous weave of events
Brought me before you now, to feel your look?
My hapless bark was borne here by currents
Invisible, like plot twists in some book
Object you make me, as you spend all days;
No mere thing now, you see into my heart
The law of your attention, mine obeys
What does it see, the painted eye of art?
My eyes can move, but you have transfixed me
Perhaps, motionless, you are truly free
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (5)
Beautifully way to explore the profound connection between the observer and the observed! Love it! 💌
My favourite line was the invisible like plot twists in books. Loved your poem!
wow, that ending is perfect! transfixed - but the motionless one is free.
Deftly done. There's an intimacy here, D.J. and a hesitancy that you have conveyed beautifully.
How many times have we wandered through an art gallery and felt the draw of eyes from a painting, wondering what else lies within their depths? I certainly have. Loved this imaginative sonnet.