The time and date is:
1:49 pm Tuesday, 20 March 2018
* Home

* Ballads
* Ballad Features
* Burns
* McGonagall
* Other Poetry
* Scottish Writers
* Scots Glossary

* Alphabetical List
* Featured List

* List of Topics

* Scottish Songs
* Modern Songs

* Submit a Poem
* Submit a Song

* Copyright
* Permission
* Privacy
* Standards

Web Links
* Other Sites

* About Us
* E-mail Us

Consciousness ©

Lucia Mussollini
Edinburgh, Scotland

Looking down,
the tears sit elongated in front of my pupils, wobbling
everything is concave
if I move my head from side to side, shaking
I'm denying what is literally
in front of my eyes, but acknowledging it
and if I move my head up and down, as if nodding
I'm accepting but not fully acknowledging

it's difficult to paint a picture

and this concavity will drop into the little pool
that's gathering on the stone
in front of me
in front, below me
reflecting only me?

Web Site by IT-SERVE © 1999 - 2018 All Rights Reserved Return to top