Color from the glass
Curled skin
Of man-made time
Unexpected
Indecency of wait
Just alone
Capped by slats
Stabbed by finite
Moments
In counting
Wait
I am
Invisible
To you
*Photo is "Untitled (Woman and phone)" from the Kitchen Table Series by Carrie Mae Weems.
17 comments:
nice poem... the pull of loneliness is felt deeply
This one pulled at me--lovely write!
@AudreyHowitt
Know the feeling. Pic and poem tell a cold tale well.
been there. felt. and what a remarkable job you have done in conveying this lost feeling and loneliness. nice pen.
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sad to feel like no one notices
the clipped lines are very effective in this...and the last three on being invisible...felt..
Yup. I feel this. Sorta often recently.
Well written.
The feeling of loneliness was palpable. Well written.
Nice capture of angst and loneliness of being "invisible"~
Nice capture of angst and loneliness of being "invisible"~
Nice capture of angst and loneliness of being "invisible"~
Can truly feel the lonliness, nicely done!
Nice write. I know the feeling, too.
Stunning minimalism -
You catch that moment of despair that thosevwho never get there ever understand.
So universal...everyone has been there and you captured that lonliness so very well. Excellent write, for me..for many.
Indecency of wait... so powerful. I had to read it few times to soak in and relate with at deeper level.. Thanks for sharing..
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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