Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatrain

Invisible

Walking along in a crowd
Everyone with a place to go
No one notices my tears
Alone, they don't want to know

With always a cheerful hello
And a smile for all to see
Yet a  heart as heavy as lead
You see.. its really not me

I hold out my hand to you
You take it without thought
I long to tell you my story
Whether you care or not

Why is this life so lonely?
Is there no place for me?
Alone on an island of grief
Lost in the cerulean sea 


Blink!

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David Smalling October 1, 2010 at 6:01 AM What an awesome end ... awesome write, great capture of the existential loneliness in words.

Wilma Neels September 24, 2010 at 2:01 PM Barbara don't we all mask a certain measure of loneliness. Smiling while feeling like crying, sometimes in a group and yet the feelings of not belonging still come to the fore. A sad write, but I can relate to it as well. Good luck for the contest, love Wilma

Joyce Johnson September 23, 2010 at 11:12 PM I really feel the lonliness in this poem. We have all felt like this at times. I am so pleased with my first place win in your contest. Thank you. Love, Joyce

Doris Culverhouse September 22, 2010 at 5:16 PM enjoyed reading this poem...such a shameful act we americans do everyday to our fellow man....but it is because I have been taken advantage of so many times, I think that I don't stop to see the real truth.

Carolyn Devonshire September 22, 2010 at 9:23 AM I know just how you feel, dear LNC. We mask our loneliness with smiles and warm greetings, but that doesn't stop it from eating us up inside. Instead of being "lost in the cerulean sea," please consider my teepee offer. It still stands. Best wishes for success in John's contest! I entered one you read last month. It was written in the depths of loneliness. Still looking for the ladder to climb out. Love, Carolyn