Sara Chansarkar Poet Verse

Being Invisible

Invisible fingers—wiping sweat off my brow as I writhed with fever
Invisible hands—packing my raincoat at the hint of nimbus
Invisible lips—murmuring prayers for any minuscule endeavor
Invisible eyes—scaring away evil shadows, the demons monstrous
Visible pain in those eyes as she fell on the porch
Visible linger in those hands, goodbye in the touch
before the
invisible soul starts to melt into vapor as I crouch.

Written 04/27/2016

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Funom Makama May 2, 2016 at 1:36 PM This is awesome... Thank you so much for this wonderful share

Janice Canerdy April 28, 2016 at 8:13 PM Interesting, dramatic piece, Sara. Janice

James Inman April 27, 2016 at 10:34 AM Sara, interesting write. It seems to be about an event(?) and the helplessness you felt not being able to save this person. Forgive me if I have interpreted this incorrectly. A wonderful poem. I would have loved to see it in the contest. Sara Chansarkar April 27, 2016 at 11:06 AM Thanks James. it could be for a mom or a nanny. People who care for us but are forgotten or ignored in the busy streams of lives and when you reach them it might be too late.