One Look

Gravel.

Dirt.

Rocks.

A penny.

A sign?

Caution.

Approaching.

Focus, one look.

Stranger,

A flash of eyes I see.

This time, everyday.

Your grip

Takes hold of my senses.

I do not know

Anything.

Not one thing about you.

One look,

I feel.

I know.

Everything.

Every single thing.

Breaking my defenses,

I let you seep into my shelter.

A simple stare,

Breaking the thin line of protection

Which seals my mouth shut.

One look,

My lips tremble into a smile.

A mere glance,

My eyes intoxicated.

My sight poisoned by infatuation.

Awkwardly searching the ground,

For a remedy to shyness.

Some dirt.

To dampen the red in my cheeks.

One look,

My brain fried.

Gone.

Fumbling for words to speak.

To greet you at least.

In that split moment of the day,

All emblems of brilliance desert me.

A clean slate.

With nothing to say.

Rocks.

To solidify my confidence.

One look,

I gasp for air.

One breath to take.

An inhale to fill my lungs

With courage.

A penny.

A shine of luck.

A leap of hope,

I pick it up.

One look,

Vision full of adrenaline.

Blurred by the back of your head.

Till tomorrow.

Same time.

One look,

Swept by the shadows of the ground.

Β© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

7 Comments Add yours

  1. Autumn Star says:

    This is interesting. Did you writs it looking at the picture? I can’t like it on phone. Won’t let me :/ so I leave you a comment πŸ˜€

    1. nicolettak says:

      Thank you πŸ™‚ No, the source of inspiration for this poem wasn’t personal. The mystery of infatuation is what got me to write this. How someone feels when they first glance at someone they like. The persona in this poem is very shy apparently!

      1. Autumn Star says:

        Oh cool! I don’t interpret well poems much. Sometimes I can but lots of times no luck

      2. nicolettak says:

        Well you can interpret poetry just as you like πŸ™‚ We all have our own way of seeing things after all!

      3. Autumn Star says:

        True. But every time I do I’ve been told it’s wrong the way I interpret it. So, I feel like there’s always one interpretation.

      4. nicolettak says:

        There’s certainly never a wrong way to interpret art. Observing art, in all forms whether it is written, visual, audio opens up multiple interpretations. The artist creates and the observer interprets in his/her own way. Anyone who told you your way of interpreting is wrong, frankly doesnt know what they are talking about

      5. Autumn Star says:

        Thanks I’ll try to keep that in mind from now on.

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