Mark Russell Poet Narrative

I Still See the Beauty

I can hardly hear and I don’t care to speak.
The answers don’t match the questions I seek
I feel like a misfit, sort of a freak,
The day just dragged on, it felt like a week!

I hear all the sounds from off of the street.
Your mouth doesn’t move yet our minds still meet.
A strong gust of wind nearly knocks me off my feet,
I think to be safe, I shall just grab a seat.

Cars fly by on their way to tomorrow.
Gone are the tear shed from all of the sorrow.
I never have been able to just follow.
I think I’d rather buy, instead of borrow.

This day is Monday but I can’t seem to adjust,
I see with my heart yet still I don’t trust.
It’s starting to rain and perhaps I shall rust,
I put all in, Hope I don’t come up bust…

Everything seems to slip through my fingers,
Only a taste left behind, that still lingers.
I see all that is and imagine what can be,
It all is encompassed in the beauty I see…

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Audrey Haick September 28, 2011 at 2:27 AM Very interesting poem, Mark. Well-written Rhyme. Enjoyed reading. Annalise Mark Russell September 28, 2011 at 5:54 AM Thank you so much Annalise:)Glad you enjoyed it:) I don't think you enjoyed it as much as i do your name. All I can say is way cool:) It is so unique You have to first names:) Hope you have a great day and thanks for reading:) Because of you I am......Mark