Ann Foster Poet Free verse

The Unhappy Hostess

Come into my house, 
Sit anywhere you like. 

No, not at my table, 
No, not on my chair. 
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere.

I invited you, 
I opened up my home.
Oh, I changed my mind, 
It is a vaulted tome.
Sit anywhere.

Come into my house,
You really are not welcome.
You are a phantom guest, 
And a sadly, unwanted pest,
Yet still...
Sit anywhere.

It is a perfect place,
You should have been more proud, 
Just to be invited, 
And permitted, in the crowd. 
Sit anywhere. 

With rules and hidden spaces.
And a common thought out plan, 
You do not fit, so do not sit, 
“Sit anywhere”.

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J Hamilton Gist October 17, 2019 at 5:17 PM Wow! very realll! Ann Foster October 17, 2019 at 5:34 PM I wish it were not so... often we have to go places, we know we are not welcome, on behalf of other people... it is difficult at times... Thank you for the kind comments. Ann

Franci Hoffman August 16, 2019 at 9:11 AM Ah, we can accept or we can tolerate yet the welcome still exists. Great piece and very timely. Ann Foster October 17, 2019 at 5:34 PM A great hostess does her best in all circumstances... but if the guest knows they are unwelcome even for a moment, they have failed... Have a very love day. Ty for stopping by... Ann

Dave Timperley August 15, 2019 at 10:42 AM Our house is called NoMates Manor No one comes to NoMates Manor. If they did they could sit anywhere,but, No one comes so we sit anywhere. We are happy to see all folk. Some when they come. Some when they go. God Bless. D. Ann Foster August 15, 2019 at 11:23 AM Sounds like a lovely place. Come as you are be exactly who your are. Wish there were more places just like that... Hugs. Ann

Heather Crismond August 15, 2019 at 12:28 AM What an amazing powerful poem. All too often we are made to feel guilty for who we are. Keep being you I can't wait to read more!! Ann Foster August 15, 2019 at 11:23 AM Thank you for your kind words. I try to keep in my heart, my grandmothers house...full of good smells, and plenty to eat, always room at her table, and no one ever was turned away... Ann

Paola Guerrero July 8, 2019 at 7:00 PM This hit me in the feels. I lovvvve this poem girl. Ann Foster July 8, 2019 at 7:13 PM We all try to make good impressions, but sometimes... there just is no way to win. :) Thank you for your kind post. Ann

Ann Foster July 3, 2019 at 5:01 PM The words "vaulted tome" refer to giant vaulted ceilings like in great churches.

P.S. Awtry July 3, 2019 at 1:56 PM I felt uncomfortable and shunned just reading this. Humans can be such polite monsters, can't they! excellent write! Ann Foster July 3, 2019 at 2:21 PM Thank you for your kind words. We have all tried to make good impressions, and fallen short, but sometimes no impressions are enough. Ann

Lady Labyrinth July 3, 2019 at 3:24 AM Profound. Love it. Will now read your Book Page. Thanks for sharing. Added to my favourites, as I am sure most of your other work will be. Leanne Ann Foster July 3, 2019 at 4:00 AM Thank you. Ann