Angela Douglas Poet Free verse

An Empty Vase

No one seems to see me  
as if I’m a vitreous vase
standing empty 
upon a table 
before a picture window
of transpicuous glass
bright sunlight 
shining through the white 
diaphanous curtain
like the sheer gossamer 
shroud of a silent ghost
passing through the crystal 
of which I am constructed
rendering me nearly 
invisible as if I don't exist
as if I have no substance
my presence overlooked
waiting patiently 
for someone to bring me 
a bountiful bouquet 
so I may fulfill my purpose
casting no shadow 
on the solid oak floor 
as I would if I 
were full of flowers

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Vickey Rhymer June 5, 2022 at 4:03 PM Really enjoyed your poem.The personality type INFJ often speak of feeling invisible.The truth is for the most part due to being introverted it is a preferred situation.The downside when you wish to be seen people have been trained not to see on Some level.That's been my experience anyway.