Home » Poems » Maureen Mcgreavy » Bigwig

Bigwig

See me? No you don't. No property tag To say I exist, No power suit To show you I matter. Excuse me, Pardon me, I have a delivery. Hello?

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Patricia Cresswell

Date: 9/19/2017 1:59:00 PM

This piece makes me wonder, if all of us who are invisible stopped crying out would there be dead silence. Just a thought sparked by your poem.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 9/19/2017 2:06:00 PM

No, there would probably be a horrendous uproar when everything the invisibles normally do doesn't get done. Deafening lol ;)

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 2/18/2017 7:11:00 AM

How true! Profound dear, Maureen!

Chris Green

Date: 2/17/2017 12:57:00 PM

This would have been a great choice for the invisible contest because the feeling of "I don't matter, I must be invisible" sure sings loudly in the piece, especially that final "Hello?". Really nicely done Maureen.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 2/17/2017 1:55:00 PM

Thank you Chris, lovely to be seen and heard ;)

Sunlite Wanter

Date: 2/17/2017 9:12:00 AM

I know that feeling, Maureen - all my life a secretary - whether I was seen depended upon the importance of my bigwig boss! Nice little poem.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 2/17/2017 10:27:00 AM

Exactly! And I bet you were one of those who met my smile with a smile, not treating the courier like scum. Some receptionists never returned a smile, not for years, others Glad to see me every time, telling me I brightened their day. Thank you! xomo ;)