The Cool Kids table
positioned in front
Where Rolex and Prada
like hounds on the hunt
They pander and coddle
each other with flair
Ignoring all others
outside of their lair
The Cool Kids engender
self-titles and brand
As brain dead and hollow
they spew on demand
But Mommy and Daddy
won’t suckle prolonged
And sooner or later
they’ll cease to belong
The Cool Kids outdated
when faced with the truth
They only exist
when they’re part of ‘The Group’
Their 2oth reunion
will come in a flash
Where that table in front
— is now pushed to the back
(To The Wallflowers: June, 2026)
wilting wallflowers wishing they were wild and wooly
We used to see each other in our raw beauty,
Writing poetry on each other's skin.
We used to look at the stars,
Hoping one day we'd be up there together for all eternity.
I used to stare into your ocean eyes,
And you stared into my hazel ones,
Peering into the depths of my soul.
Each kiss felt like an everlasting fire and heated me up inside,
But that ended.
We grew up,
And the fire died inside,
You got used to seeing someone else,
You used the same skills I taught you on another wallflower,
And you're with her now.
When We Were Wallflowers, my dear,
I loved you like a first love would.
Wallflowers with their faces raised,
and others too, with heads bowed low;
the weak, the stronger, eyes all glazed...
those flowers there all in a row.
Wallflowers placed against the wall,
stems bent and twisted, on display.
In a long row, they line the hall,
like wilted plants, no role to play.
Wallflowers there lined up as eight;
tomorrow perhaps there are less.
So soon replaced by whims of fate...
more added flowers in distress.
They stab the heart of those who pass;
eyes look into our depth of soul.
Blank eyes that glare like faded glass...
sad hearts that know there is no goal.
Wallflowers there against the wall;
from wheelchairs come the quiet cries.
I hear their silent, pleading call...
My anger I cannot disguise.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Weepy Quatrain
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 05/21/2016
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I wrote about this moment, which is
intensely frozen in my mind, because of a visit to a local
nursing home. (photo from Goggle images.)
What you do not see
Wallflowers hide in shadows
Mirror of unseen.
(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
suave chaps stand ready
a vintage champagne flowing
musical tones swell
as loathsome ladies babble~
this years wallflowers in bloom
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