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No One of Renown

I am no one of renown a face bereft of beauty to be forgotten a volumeless voice canceled out by the shouts of the vacuous crowds unnoticed like dust bunnies under the bed writing down words I weave together in my head which will remain unread spread like dead leaves from last fall the lifeless shells of ladybugs under the window a feather that floated down to the ground from the wing of a bird mid flight to be whisked away by the winds of tyrannical time silently as a mime pretending to climb a rope to nowhere

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Vickey Rhymer

Date: 5/9/2022 5:03:00 PM

Loved your prose.I sometimes go to old grave yards and read the headstones.I felt the same reading what you have written,all the lives that have come and gone many with no one even left to mourn.Thank you for sharing.All we can truly leave is a good name with God,one he will remember fondly.

Angela Douglas
Date: 5/9/2022 5:30:00 PM

I do the same and wonder about their lives and stories and how they've most likely been lost to history. Even people who are celebrities today will be largely forgotten in fifty years or a century. Many who were once household names are forgotten today. I think it was Jimmy Kimmell asked Billie Eilish on his show if she knew who a certain rock star was, can't remember who he named now off the top of my head, and I knew who it was and I'm not *that* old and she had no clue. It's hard not to wonder what the point is of any of it sometimes.