Ou Phrontis

[vagantes]

I have no photgraphs of grand-children,
Or of places, where I lived with someone who loved me;
No-one, now old, thinks fondly of me.

Look at me, sitting quietly, looking at you;
I see straight through you with the blue-eyed stare,
And impersonal assurance of a beast or a god.

It matters not. It was my choice.
I don't care.
No, really, I don't care

[Delta40]

lol. On the basis that: follow your instincts, do not worry about others nor the consequences, and do not lend any importance to the things of this life. I believe you!

However, L3 S1 are you implying that perhaps the young might be fond of you?
Is L3 S2 supposed to read: An impersonal rather than And impersonal?

Otherwise I enjoyed the poem.

[hallaig]

What about Lystra, she of the 'black eyes like olives'? You loved her, Phrontis, you old curmudgeon. Yes, I know, it means who cares, doesn't it?

Nice and simple, maybe like your fishing boat one it's just too spare...emotionless.

[Bar22do]

Isn't it beautiful, in its cold-blooded tone and brevity. Vagantes! though I don't believe you N doesn't care.
Nice poem,

Bar