Nancy Kaufman Poet Rhyme

She sucks the oxygen from the room

Where ever she goes the cameras loom.
They're on to the scent of her perfume.
She sucks the oxygen from the room..
Forever in the public eye, all daily movements scrutinized.
She must dot all x's and circle her y's
Transparent as a bronze gold fish.
Isolated, observed, on a petri dish,
craving for some privacy, a daily wish..
She pulls up her quilt and sleeps until noon,
aware of the face she'll be wearing soon.
She sucks the oxygen from the room.

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Ink Empress November 12, 2023 at 4:07 AM Youve so creatively delivered this nancy, i really love the depth of this poem and how you’ve phrased and described things here especially “ Isolated, observed, on a petri dish, craving for privacy, a daily wish..“ this resonates with me on so many levels. Heartfelt and powerful poem . I loved this one. A fave for me Nancy Kaufman November 12, 2023 at 6:05 AM Dear Ink, You are so kind in your encouraging words. I guess my muse was thinking about the lives of so many celebrities and the trade offs for being famous, especially the late Marilyn Monroe.