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Invisible

May 24, 2010

I enter unseen.
The room buzzes with
Involved conversation.
Invisible.

Stepping to the side.
Catching no one’s eye
As I glance around the room.
Invisible.

Moving softly.
Excusez-moi, I murmur
No acknowledgement.
Invisible.

Gently walking
I nod sociably
To no one in particular.
Invisible.

Sound bites of conversation
Flashes of color and glamour
Was I really there?
Invisible.

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3 comments

  1. Hit the proverbial nail on the head, super poem and true too, as one who is usually on the outside looking in, I can identify!


  2. Very cool, Torie. Like John, I can relate. I find it comfortable, sometimes, just being an observer. It’s an integral part of being a bass player, too. Ha!


  3. Way Cool. Well-written. I can totally relate to that poem 🙂



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