Concrete dust drifts like sand across a coastal path.
An old woman battered with facial features that hung on her face,
Disconnected and hanging.
She leans forward in her blumonge, waterproof, unwashed nylon flares from Matalan.
They ruffle in the wind as she looks out withdrawn onto the A350.
Her gaze is muffled by a sheen of intoxication,
She tries with the majority of her self to keep her lids from closing,
Mascara encrusted into the creases of her skin,
Almost soldering her lashes together in a gluelike fashion.
Leans hazardously towards the path of oncoming traffic,
Gesturing with open arms to the creatures of metal that push past her.
The only trace of their moment in time is a gust that pushes her body back to safety as it, Confused and unobservant,
Collapses onto the urban stream that claims her yet again.
I watch as she continues to stumble on,
Reaching out to every vehicle that steams on past,
She does not see me.
She is clogged by something greater and more sombre than I know.
She is a perfect reflection of the time and place,
She is what we all are feeling but continue not to show in fear of the outcome.
She is us.
Categories:
unobservant, character, class, culture, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Trickster, it's crystal clear you profess to
claim your innocence of being ethical and
loyal. yet on the other hand many red flags
revealed your inconsistencies. Trickster
unobservant you pulled evidence from your
pockets unaware like a magician pulling the
evidence like a rabbit out of a hat. Trickster,
you incessantly elude to accept the truth, you're
unhealed actions may be something from past
events that seem to imprison your mind.
Trickster no I'm not delusional to convince me
I'm clueless and continually disowning the truth.
Trickster why are the constant hollering and screaming
for the courses of action you created.
Categories:
unobservant, anxiety, change, conflict, desire,
Form: Free verse
I don’t mean to walk away, just to meander
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy your cander
But I refuse to hear your immoral pander
When it starts to mutate into wily slander
I just imagined something so much grander
Of myself than this unobservant bystander
But since your descent down to philander
You are no officer nor my commander
Does she even know your allergen to dander
Or that you love to cook with coriander
I don’t know how you can even stand her
So I hope you enjoy being goose to her gander
I’ll be thinking of someone else, while I meander…..
Categories:
unobservant, anger,
Form: Rhyme
At last she found the salt pot
About an hour it took her
It was tucked behind the pepper
In the cupboard by the cooker
So keep it in a sprinkler
Or even in a grinder
But if it’s near the coffee
Please heed this reminder
In case it might be found
By the unobservant looker
Please don’t keep it in a pot
That bares the label ’Sugar’
5 March 2021
Contest: Salt
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
unobservant, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Within the delegate thunder that opens portals to the mind,
Opiates navigate the cerebral conundrum of confusion...
Virtual landscapes exist amidst temporary voiceless vortexes,
Temples of time and thought in a quixotic quarantine…
Oblivious oblivions open upon their abstract apprehensions,
One second or a thousand years of anxiety and exotic endeavors...
Hallucinogens hibernating within the unobservant unconscious,
Creative cognitions contaminate the vaulted vaporous voids…
The dreamer's dream of their voyeuristic voyages and false realities,
Fragile forever is fainting with facades fermented upon illusions...
Meditation amongst speculative storms of the penal gland rising,
The Glass Menagerie still stands until it shatters like a lost dream.
May.18.2020
In the fragility of dreams
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
unobservant, confusion, dream, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Mindful
He is mindful of the feelings
That he feels when he’s alone
Those emotions raw and scary
He just simply can’t condone
Even though he keeps on trying
To kill them off so they can die
But he still can’t tame those feelings
And he often wonders why
It is just when he feels cheerful
And it happens on a whim
That he notices these feelings
Try to sway and master him
But he’s mindful of those feelings
He shows discernment, self-control
He can’t block their operation
But they will not take their toll
So he promises with fervour
And he even makes some oaths
He will not become the victim
Of the things he strongly loathes
He will neither be a puppet
Of his thoughts and of his mood
And he writes it down on paper
So it is all understood
But, alas, the sin within him
Has a power way too strong
For in an unobservant moment
There he goes and does a wrong.
Wendy Nipas
Categories:
unobservant, emotions, feelings,
Form: Ballad
Early Morning Deli
So, I’m standing in the early morning deli line.
Waiting for my sliced turkey and cheese.
One old man behind me and another old lady behind the counter.
She’s slicing up something and doesn’t even know we are there.
I roll my eyes and wait.
He strikes up a conversation about turkey.
Just what I need!
He tells me he has been married for 58 years.
His wife is home with her nurse.
She’s had MS for 45 years now.
She likes this special turkey with a slice of ham.
Her favorite lunch. He enjoys going out to buy it.
We’re still waiting and I ask why a store would hire
such an unobservant helper.
He says she’s really a very nice person if you get to know her.
I’m thinking about him, his wife and the deli lady.
She finally notices us.
I order his recommended turkey for my daughter.
She’s coming to visit.
As I’m about to leave he taps me on the shoulder.
“Have a nice day”
And you know what?
I do.
Categories:
unobservant, feelings, people,
Form: Narrative
Tell me a truth.
I'll tell you a lie.
I will not oblige to tell you the reason!
Why?
Deception is the greatest truth.
Deception is simplicity.
Black and white picture,
seemingly beautiful.
Close to perfection.
To the unobservant eye.
Appearing to connect,
In a sympathetic nature.
Embodying an illusion.
Alluding to the truth...
Avoiding depth.
in many shades of grey...
Categories:
unobservant, deep, emotions, feelings,
Form: I do not know?
From humanities onset,
Before consciousness and intelligence met
Or our ever-present, fear-ridden fret
Of our own self-induced, war-torn threat,
Unseen by eyes unobservant,
There’s been an eternal cosmic war event.
Aloft let eyes stray
To the grounds of the bloody fray
Between the entities called night and day.
In the battle of dawn
Day demonstrates its brawn,
Thereby banishing night from sight
By flooding the sky with its light.
In the battle of twilight
Night becomes days plight
By battling to reclaim its ground,
Inevitably winning without an uttered sound.
This conflict fought with undying devotion,
Devoid of any kind of emotion,
It’s not their perpetual damnation
But is their purpose: our salvation.
From humanities onset,
Before our consciousness and intelligence met,
It’s been unquestionably evident,
Though to eyes unobservant,
That life couldn’t survive without this cosmic event.
Categories:
unobservant, day, night, sky, war,
Form: Rhyme