Tuesday, September 24, 2013

You Observe (Poem)

you observe

a whisper         sourceless
practically nothing

eyes    like steel   lowered
like your own         aware

of someone    the window
before you open

breathe   you know to    it
occurs to you

your imagination is not
what is there      speaking

in the darkness

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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This "found poem" is crafted from words in the text of the final pages of David Foster Wallace's The Pale King (Back Bay Books, Reprint Edition, 2012).

7 comments:

Glynn said...

This is one beautiful poem.

Laura said...

wonderful Maureen... I love the flow of this poem and the care in word placement... just beautiful.

Mystic_Mom said...

Lovely piece, just lovely.

Joseph Philip Walters said...

I love the interpretations culled to form a found poem, and this one delivers nicely! Well crafted, Maureen!

Jeff said...

Born of the instincts of the poet, acute they are and painted of a brush in master strokes.
I think your imagination must be at work without respite. A fine quality, I think. Maybe one of the best.
Cheers!

Kate Mia said...

Wow! you put into words something I often experience but cannot provide adequate words to imply it's existence...

Kate Mia said...

Wow! Your words take me to a place that I often visit..But cannot adequately place in words. :)