I show my face
hoping you notice
but your world is surrounded
by things other
than me
Like a middle child
when adversity appears
or a swale between
high waves
that parts them
we are left unseen
Silence is heard
as quiet resounds
a single flower
born unscented,
simple words
without pretension
Will you see me
This is full of such beautiful imagery. I love the unscented flower metaphor. You carry it well throughout the poem. The quiet ones often have the voices most worth hearing if only we take the time to listen.
ReplyDeleteThe unseen and unheard are loud here...what a wonderful task for poetry.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, what a gorgeous poem. I would never have thought of that, an unscented flower, and the melancholy longing of it. Just beautiful, Nene.
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