attention – Reveries That I Call Poetry

Not Seeing Red

Before I started looking for red cars
on my way work to home,
there was none.

They were all grey, I guess—
or was it my world?

I had lunch;
it was bland.

Home to work.
Where are the blue ones?

No title would do it justice for now

May I have your attention? Big companies pay large sums for it; I can’t afford that much. What I can offer is to reciprocate your intention… You may have my attention, if you show that you care. It’s not as difficult as it might seem; I’ve read that writing you’ve shared. Those lines have spoken to me. Had you meant them, just know I felt cared for.