Where am I?
Buried under the lichen
on a rocky shore?
A cushion for your feet
as you contemplate
the ocean’s waves?
Perhaps a honey bee
in the roses you’ve carried
Whose nectar I long
to taste
and my need to breath
within the roses
the scent of you
More likely a pebble
thrown across
a glassy lake
You laughing as
it skips and slips
beneath the surface
Might I be a spirit?
Inhabiting your
golden retriever
Your stroke calming
my embittered heart
No
I’m invisible to you
No amount of metaphors
will make me real
No amount of tears will wash
indifference
away
Ellecee
Inspired by:
imaginary garden with real toads - Invisible
and
Skywriting - strike/stroke
"More likely a pebble
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a glassy lake
You laughing as
it skips and slips
beneath the surface,"
Wowww! This is absolutely splendid in its portrayal of invisibility, Linda!! 💝
Oh this is a perfect poem of invisible...Your ending is powerful
ReplyDeleteVery pretty, Ellecee. We are invisible in most any way another can imagine. Your honeybee, it may have bitten me yesterday on our walk. I have a quarter sized round black and blue spot on my hand and a little welt at five o'clock.
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A very telling conclusion!
ReplyDeleteAll the wistful stanzas are turned upside down by the final one, that comes like a sucker punch. Indifference is so hard to handle.
ReplyDeleteThe final lines really convey the emotion of the one abandoned.
ReplyDeleteThose closinbg lines are so poignant. Terrible to feel invisible to someone. You have captured this well.
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