When you look at me
I want you to see
a thrush, a hedge, a
garbage can.
The wind, the mansions
and cotton candy;
the bells, the lights,
the smooth-paved street.
Anything, oh anything,
but a five foot nine inch woman
whose eyes you will never
meet.
Whoa! You are a tall lady 🙂
Very interesting poem! What’s your height, btw? I hope I haven’t asked a question i shouldn’t be asking!!
Or you could sit down 🙂
haha….
the ending was poignant…..
So who is refusing to meet your eyes ??
Phew- this one took my breath away, OJ!
I stopped reading at 5 ft 9. NINE? When we meet I will be the Pygmy to your Gulliver.
I on the other hand like the startled look people get when I draw myself upright and they suddenly realise I’m as tall as all that.
Of course, you’re quite a bit taller than me still!
Double Inverted Commas: And you delurked to enlighten me? 😉
Anjali: Read piece above.
wordjunkie: Smart alec. 😛
muthu: Nobody. I refused to meet theirs.
dipali: Really? It was but a fragment scribbled a year ago.
Girlonthebridge: *OJ wonders if she should mention the extra half inch.*
kalibilli: People taller than I make me feel claustrophobic. Thankfully that doesn’t happen too often. I’m used to breathing rarefied air. 😉
You are 5 feet 9 inches tall! Wow!
By the way, I like the tag line on the header 🙂
Anjali: And a half.