— The Note Taker —
My eyes record the overt glare
of mismatched energies,
paired with fake smiles,
the furtive glances,
the lips moving out of sync
with the lies that freeze them
in ice, making them heavy
and slow to move.
I glance away,
my interest waning from
the task of dissecting
human interactions.
I am the note taker:
Removed, yet close;
knowing, yet myself
unknown.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Catalyst and Transformation
PoesíaA collection of poetry that showcases different instances of the human experience as it pertains to catalysts, transformations or both. In the human experience there is cause, there is effect, and there is the in-between.
