My back is seen running away from the naysayers.
I doubt they have ever seen my front, not that I care.
Family whiners get to see me from the back also.
I might be running even faster from them.
My encouraging face is reserved for the upbeats.
The positives.
The possibility thinkers.
I reserve smiles for them also. Big ones.
I am invisible to those I do not admire.
Getting farther and farther away,
even when we are in the same proximity.
I pull myself out and slither into a quiet small space.
With my friends, whom I trust, and there are only seven.
I am outrageous, loud, wildly me.
But if they violate that trust, then there will be only six.
first impression was great.
wonderful smile, enthusiastic,
glad to be hired, upbeat and positive.
second impression, more of the same.
fantastically caring, kind. Gets along with
all of the like-minded staff members.
third impression – friendly, honest, willing to
pitch in and do without much direction.
rumors swirled. She’s uppity; she thinks she
is all that; she is too confident.
TOO confident? I could not stop laughing.
When she thanked me for standing up
to the nay-sayers, I knew I was right.
rumors died a natural death of course
as there are more upbeats here than
downbeats.
because the downbeats are the loudest
does not mean they win.
Verse lines designed to delight
O, how these can ev'r cure
the sorrows in the night
A sonnet to slip you into a dream
A limerick for laughs and a healthful beam
your soulful eye yearning to dance away defeats
as you hustle to absorb the rhymes and little upbeats.
Copyright McCuen 2008