Wallflower

This poem reminds me of so many people I know. They're almost crippled by shyness. A beautiful piece! Also thanks for commenting on "Half and Half", you really got that one. It's based on me growing up in Austria and England. :D

Oh this really touches me at the core...I can definitely relate, being a shy wallflower myself. Those dances were sheer torture, being so afraid to say yes, and if I did, then finding myself totally tongue-tied the whole dance. Thank you for your second set of comments on "Tiger". I appreciate them just as much as the first ones! Hope your holidays are warm and wonderful and filled with sugarplums! ~Juliane

Pitiful! ...not the poem, the girl. The vision is right on...."Neither bloom, not spirit, nor secure identity." Super line, Keith. Love, daver

Ah, this reminds me of myself as a teen - so shy! Beautiful. I wouldn't go back to those days if you paid me!!! lol love, me

Good day to you, Keith! Oh bother, shyness isn't a boisterous friend, although it can be a consuming one. I know it well...it lurks at the back of one's mind and tries to hold back the other. Makes one reserved? Not at all..makes them feel lost and awkward!:) Nicely done, it will touch many and throw them into a pensive mode. Thanks for the comment on Mognome..borrowed the name from my son's turtle. They weren't so much alike.=/ God bless you and yours..Love, Mikki

Poor little thing...yes there are memories like this from school days...but amazingly, I noticed at a class reunion one time, that some of these shy, fragile ones, turned out to be the later beauties...the butterfly who had transformed into her own. ~ Sweet poem. Carrie

I, too, can identify with this But I love to dance and the older I get the easier it is to let my hair down! Wonderful write, Keith. Perfect in form and another terrific example of your versatility. I am posting my first attempt at a sonnet today called Moving Forward, In The End. (Not 100% on the title.) Any advice would be appreciated, as always. Happy Holidays! Love Robin