Watch Me
Watch me
come undone
so slowly
and beautifully
no one
notices.
About this poem
Evidently, a lot of people were worried about me after reading this poem. I am fine. Actually, it was a play poem, about how things come undone slowly, so slowly we rarely notice. I played with word and structure because I wasn’t particularly inspired.
And for some odd reason, pretty much the only people who got it were my middle eastern readers. I wish I understood THAT.
😦 Are you okay???
Hanging in. Actually this was a play poem. Strangely, no one but my readers in the middle east seemed to get that.
🙂
Softly said yet with a wealth of meaning.
I sigh.