GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 996 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

The Eye - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Funny that you should
turn like that,
to one side,
then back -
head on!

Critical that I
have overlooked,
one of the few true
situations on Earth,

Attraction...

I watch,
But I don't
really know why?

And disappear back
in a fog of man's
way of thinking,

Checking out...

You know the spiders
way in doing things,
Partly unaware of what
this web must do,

Until I remain stuck,
on each silken crest,
of your having caught me,

Cause your hot, young,
and have the liquid
gold of time seeping thru,

And I with uncertain grit,
have no good intention
for this dry suspension,
or being left to die,

Eyes don't always perceive,

Like entering ones own mirror,
like a shot of hot silver,

Bewildered?

Caught in doing
what we do best,

Part imaginings,

Half strangled to take
another breath!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013


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