Don't look at meWhat you see
Are today's clothes
Today's face
Not the real thing
Don't reach out to me
Not in that way
I don't have what you want
I won't be what you need
Release me
Don't think you know me
Our paths barely cross
Your face is already forgotten
My breath you still crave
But I am already gone
Please look at me
39 comments:
this is how appearances and our perceptions interfere...
Love that poppy picture.
About seeing - do we really only ever "see" ourselves in others? Projection?
Such a lovely and true poem.
wonderful techno...diggin the verse that you are doing these days...stay...go...
Looks are deceiving because looks really don't matter. It what they represent that does.
Awesome!
Love the first and last contrasting line, and everything in between.
Now how could you forget my face!
Sx
Ohhh, the desire to be truly seen - to be seen as we really are, and not colored by the needs of the person who looks at us. I really love this poem, it feels real to me.
I am not sure I understand the meaning of the poem. Written to a lover? A parent?
Love the poem and love the artwork... beautiful:)
I love this...and the image you chose.
Leave, stay.
I'll stay.
Thanks for finding my blog and your lovely comment.
What a treat to follow it back to your blog.
~lola
"Don't look at me"
"Please look at me"
Our eternal interior struggle.
Don't look at me yet. I have no make up done :)
true, so many people see what they want to see, instead of seeing the real thing. very nice!
Wonderful poem. Such a sharp and precarious state-of-mind. Could apply to more than one relationship I'm sure. The little girl in the painting would point to a parent, but it could be a lover as well, I think. The best poetry can be interpreted in several different ways.
Well done.
Cheers,
SLC
Ultimately, I think we all want to be truly "seen."
Did you write this..? I love it.
Thanks for stopping by my blog. It's such fun to meet other bloggers.
Wow. Great poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Hi Techobabe
On your sidebar you have ...
Sometimes deep and meaningful nuggets can be found in this blog.
That is a true statement dear friend.
Loved this poem!
How very creative you are in your writing these days.
Keep it up, I am so enjoying it!
Have a wonderful weekend.
I shall be away till Sunday (leaving tonight) so see you when I get back.
Can't wait to see you your next post will be.
Margie :)
x
LOVE this, Techno! You never cease to amaze me! ;)
I love the poem too, very creative, take care.
Lovely Techno,I enjoyed the read :) It does hurt when it seems as if we're not seen but life goes on,Lovely!!!
You need to send me an explanation. I am dense!
I could sit and contemplate this poem for hours. I also love the photo you chose for it AND reading all these good comments.
Howdy. What a lovely comment you left me. You warmed me right back. Did you visit the Word of the Month site and read the poems? There are some lovely ones. Stopping by your place later.
Your poem and picture pairing are fascinating. I feel like I send those mixed signals sometimes. Thanks for sharing these.
...put it all out there and don't explain...
Very powerful!
I have felt like this, dear friend.
Enigmatic, no? Compelling, though. Great post.
I don't like it when someone thinks I can complete them.
That's what I got out of it;)
This is so beautitiful, both picture and poem......sigh
P.S. Dear TechnoBabe,
Your comment on my blog today was stunning. I could see you perfectly, drawing the curtains and looking at that rising orange ball. I wish I could write this in an email, but c'est la vie.
Cheers from Chris
Many times people have the wrong conception of others. Some times we also don't see ourselves and the things we truly need to become happy.
after reading the comments, I've concluded that my interpretation might be way off.
I think it's the past-present-future (or your timeline) talking to you in the poem.
Lovely. Both complicated and simple, like life and especially like love.
Loved that Techno... especially the last sentence.
Deep.
I actually like the way others see me rather than how I really am. Don't look at the me (the way I am), please look at me (as I would like to be), that would be my poem.
Great post!
Whew. This one really smarts.
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