Don'T Ask Me Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Sometimes I see though partially.
Like images through frosted glass.
Beyond control, sporadically

A foretaste of what is to come.
Sometimes reflections from the past.
Abilities which are not welcome.

A family trait inherited
an extra sensitivity
At times we see the way ahead.

But what we see we do not say.
Because we know we cannot change
future events in any way.

This is the cross we have to bear
the second sight can be a curse
to know but know we cannot share.

I would prefer that I was blind
Unable to see through the mists
.I feel that fate has been unkind.

To grant a talent I can’t use
It seems quite purposeless to me
If I had choice I would refuse.

I do not really want to see
what lies ahead for anyone.
What fate decrees will come to be.

I did not choose I was chosen
to inherit this ability
to see what lies beyond our ken.

My family is known to be
possessors of the second sight
but taught to use it sparingly.

I dare not share the things I see.
I can’t be sure I am correct
I will not share. So don’t ask me.

15/06/2009
http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers