These are from two prompts because I got sidetracked and didn't post last week's poem. The prompts were: cognizant and voyeuristic.
Aging Well
An hour before twilight, the sunlight
sometimes becomes cognizant
of everything it touches.
From Viewed to Viewer
I only really watch the tree
when it blooms.
See more poems at One Single Impression. Note: The actual prompt was Vicarious... I only thought it was Voyeuristic. I'm posting this anyway because it still sort of applies. Sorry about that.
4 comments:
These are luscious. I love the second one - it speaks to me.
I think the second one fits either way. And you could make the case that the two are very similar. The voyeur is experiencing... whatever it is... vicariously.
I really like the first one, but both are quite good.
Tumblewords: I was thinking about how few people actually look at me now that I'm almost 40 and I realized that I tend to look at the younger prettier things... and that's what I came up with. I like how it kind of changes what it means even to me every time I read it, though.
Mojo: That's true. I hadn't thought of it that way.
Travis: Thanks. The first one seems happier to me. Thank you so much for reading.
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