Poem describing how paranoia feels |
Paranoia Street windows watch you As you hurry by And destinations speak Of streets and windows Your striding image Remains in strangers’ eyes You sensed But could not see Only your frantic haste and fear Are captured by the road Your journey hides in corners Of the rest rooms and motels Line Count: 12 I lost all my poetry in my move to the States in 2004. Occasionally part of a poem or a complete poem will recall itself to me, usually for no discernible reason. The lines above came rushing back on reading Writing.com Support's latest Newsletter (June 19 2019) about People Watching. I have the feeling that there were lines in between the two verses recalled but, if so, they have gone forever. Probably weren't worth remembering in that case (I was very young). The poem dates from about 1970. PS. Since writing this note, I've had two more lines return to me. I have inserted them in their place in the middle of the poem. Fairly sure there was more, particularly as another two lines added to the two inserted would bring it neatly to four. PPS. Five seconds later and the remaining lines return. I've added them and can maintain the thing is complete. Oh, and the original title was "Of Journeys". I don't feel the need to be obscure now I'm (much) older, so I'll stick with the "Paranoia" title. That's what it's really about, after all. |