The woman at my table
She posses watched eyes
and is unaware of the conspiracy
that stirrs my head.
She is uninformed by
her Secret Service
as to my machinations
and my plots to steal
with quiet looks
and compelling reason
the why and wherefore
of her each
and every day.
Words and foto T carroll
Harry O'Neill
Sun 4th Aug 2013 23:11
I like the strikingly original analogy of those first four stanzas.
The last stanza effects me but I can`t say why
(I think it`s to do with that word `but`)
I don`t care what anyone else thinks...It`s a love poem.
By the way, I liked your play on `complaint` in the last one.