Ann Tigone

So true, sadly ❤️

Poem: We Watch and Whisper How can a look be felt as a touch-- spine-tingled, hair-raised, a vestige of prehistory, predator and prey. Now eyes-in-the-sky and Big Brother all around, our private lives scanned and screened, everyone watches as the predators swagger, free.

Good morning, Poets! This #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched was another difficult challenge for me. Thank you as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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the man in the mac the man in the mac is close enough behind us as we weave through the slick streets of edinburgh's new town that we could hear him if he called our names don't look back says my dad gripping my hand dragging me towards waverley station i look back i see the man's thick black glasses his angled grey fedora and i feel embarrassed for all of us i told him says my dad that he didn't need to see us off but he isn't cross that his father followed us in secret

Sometimes you're not just being paranoid #BeingWatched
@thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout

This is brilliant 😅❤️

morning Friday I hope I find you well and looking forward to the weekend, here’s my little “throwaway” poem for #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched
and thank you to @alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetry #poems
have a lovely weekend everyone everywhere 🛋️🛋️🛋️

A poem using short phrases to describe the tension, the fear, of being watched, being followed.

For #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched

with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Oh, wonderful John ❤️

BEING WATCHED I. no fly zone at the backyard feeder a mourning dove scrounges millet soft breast brushed with dewy grass then dimmed in sharp shadow afright too late to take to flight when savage thrust aborts ascent a scattered bed of powder down limp in rapacious grip as pulling pinions drive through damp morning air drawing a burdened line to the pitch pine branch from whence she dove a perfect sniper’s hide at the clear cut forest’s edge II. a being watched without consent or recourse under the judgmental stare of the bloody worm full moon in an undigested blue meringue sky itself predestined for eclipse like my lucid dreams at sunrise

#PoemsAbout #BeingWatched
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
The second photo is not from the day of the kill, but is pasted here for perspective…

A poem of 3 uneven stanza by Debbie Ross entitled Observations text as follows: It scurries across the rug, a shiny, rainbow, oil-slick of beetle. I make a barrier with my pinkie finger, observe its indecision. It turns the other way, desperate for escape and this time climbs the obstacle of my digit. I twitch as it summits - it tumbles onto its back, legs akimbo, racing, going nowhere. A boy might squish this life, or imprison it. I tenderly pick it up, take it outside, place it carefully on the grass.

In with an early contribution for today’s #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and the #poetrycommunity who support this. May not be quite what you had in mind. I’m busy until 4 today so will catch you all again later. Enjoy. #poetry #poem #WIP

Through The Nets: There: My Other Self with Different Day, it makes Me nervous to think this shady pair so near again. My Other Self loves Different Day, he and his many previous dates often glimpsed intruding in this neighbourhood: Me, all correctly settled down with my homely, if mousy Time. My Other Self and Different Day are not like us, as when I peep My Other Self wears out his life ribald in such a shocking selfish fashion, whereas my plain guise rarely is disheveled, and Time much quieter too: taking up corners, unwinding without consequence, dumb as just a ponder. My Other Self even with Different Day, still seems restless though and whether he drives her, or she leads him, they seek grass forever one shade greener, but I will not warn her or ever say that My Other Self can not settle and soon will love a different Different Day.

Hullo @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk and to #beingwatched #poemsabout
An old piece of whimsy for this week…

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Thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk for the #PoemsAbout prompt #BeingWatched . As a child I was scared of the dark - even when the lights were on!
Look forward to catching up after work later. Happy Friday! 😊 #poetry

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between sinners, taking note By C. Oulens when I told Poem, this week’s Being Watched, she took fright—went hidin’ below some rock. i combed the sea for her, croonin’ my fav’rite Nina Simone—i called out: what’s the use crawling ‘neath that which refuses to hide your sin? i tried to convince her, the page has weight. i even reminded the silly dame—between the two face to face—the paper wins straight. yea, i tried to lure her further with somethin’ shallow and lame: you have the sentience to wrap the rock’s unrelenting shame. she snapped back: sinsister, I’m hiding well my journal of your guilt. but don’t take refuge b’hind my name.

#PoemsAbout #BeingWatched

Coincidentally, haven’t been able to write for quite a while…but here’s a little piece.
Thank you for reading 🙏🙏

For
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#Oulens #BlueskyPoetry #micropoetry #prosepoetry #poetry
#poetrycommunity

Happy Friday #PoemsAbout friends. For this week’s #beingwatched I found myself thinking about those empty circles.
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Let me paint the sky
A #magnanimous blue
With words that won’t make you cry
For more than a few
The heavens may wish to pry
But like morning dew
They’ll disappear with a content sigh
& I’ll continue to paint the night sky

#vss365 #poetry

❤️Poem👆
#inkmine
Weekly #Prompt - AGITATE PROXIMITY BUM DREARY CALAMITY NUMB

Hope agitates—
holding dreams
in enticing
proximity

but often
it's a bum steer,
that certainty
a mirage,
never quite
so near

headlines after all,
are born
of calamity,
not cheer

& yet hope
holds numbness
at bay—

dreams for
dreaming's sake
can wash
life's dreariness
away.

#inkmine

The lines on my brow,
deeper now,
years etched
into skin—
telling signs
of miles traversed

enough to
recognise pastures
that meander
with a rhyme
like mine

so as I ambled slowly
down your path,
I saw your tracks
matched my own

and knew
I was home.

#sensewrds 193
Drifting
Furrowed
Fields

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#mpprompt

Did a story once start
at the foot of my bed?
A birth? A death?

A home on this spot
for centuries—
god knows
the tales
within these walls

I can't ask
& they can't tell
but I feel those
who've gone before

they speak
in the creak of a door
or a candle's flicker

& I get goosebumps
down to my bones.

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Two hundred thousand,
passing in the streets.
Faces drift by
as tears slip past my cheek.

Everyone there,
yet no one sees.

#poemsabout #beingwatched #prompt #poetry #poetryprompt #writing #writingprompt #skywriters #poet

Like new
numbness
cards foretold

#7syllablesentence

Love this ❤️

#Magnanimous

we are always
in dialogue

with six year old
versions

the stern
hides the sullen

the angry
guards the frightened

so when people ask
why I'm kind

I wink

and stick out my tongue

#vss365

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poems etched in wind
with the fine tips
of willow leaves

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

A door, a handle
between me and all my dreams
now where's that damned key?

#haikufeels #handle #senryu #haiku