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The Periphery

Many love the spotlight And will grab it when they can. Attention-seeking seems to be Their life-long master plan. Others bask in adulation When it comes their way, Though they’re just as happy When they aren’t on display. But a lot of folks are living, Or at least from what I see, An existence in the shadows Or on the periphery. As they’re standing on the sidelines And observing from afar, Opportunities drift by Yet they are stuck right where they are. It’s a mystery what holds them – Varied reasons all their own – But contented or resentful, They’re insistently unknown. Still, behind closed doors, just maybe, Though they’re hidden from our sight, They are nurturing some talent That may never see the light.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 3/8/2015 9:15:00 PM
A wise, keenly observant, empathetic poem, Ilene. Well done.
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Date: 3/8/2015 3:53:00 PM
a good look at human kind. I am the second stanza kind of person. WEnt to a mini conference for teachers yesterday and learned the most fascinating thing about happiness. Only 10 percent of it is "circumstance." A whopping 50% is genetic and 40% what we make for ourselves. I think the main core of your poem is for those that need to really put themselves out there and try hard for their piece of the pie!
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Date: 3/8/2015 2:20:00 PM
That's what's nice about this poetry. People can display their wares. But still it will depend on if somebody even cares. The many shades of insight and choice of intellect. Brings to one's mind what they feel that they want to collect. Hope you're having a warmer nice weekend ilene. Awesome poem once again. Although, I do not take your talent for granted. Peace. :)
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Date: 3/8/2015 2:17:00 PM
Lines 5-8 suits me best. Good poem -JT
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