Someone Else’s Eyes

Writer-Series

I don’t know what I’m doing
Somedays
My insides just push forward
And I write
I don’t know what it is
What is raised
It comes in and flows out
Worthwhile?
Perhaps today. Perhaps not.
I act and that’s all.
I cannot counter,
Fight
It’s there and voiced
And then it lies
For someone else’s
Eyes.

Paula Antonello Moore, Prose poetry. Copyright: Thursday, June 4, 2015.

Image from D.L. Koontz

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