I’ve been there
Those moments where
I just don’t quite belong
In the clatter and the chatter
Of the blithe and carefree throng
I’ve been where
Faces long and grim
Demand a somber glance
When all I really long to do
Is cheer and sing and dance
Words are not
Judgmental
They neither pick nor choose
But meld into our pondering
In a thousand nameless hues
I like it here
The atmosphere
Is charged with nothing more
Than perfect possibility
Of what a-waits in store
© Janet Martin
I find myself returning to this one :)
ReplyDeleteGrace, your comments bring tears to my eyes and will to my quill. thank-you so much!
ReplyDeleteI am touched that you are reading poems from the archives and that you are blessed by them! Thank YOU for blessing me today!