i am too hollow,
i am too boring,
i never know what to say,
and when i do speak, it comes off
as too desperate.
i am too sad,
i an too pessimistic,
and when i cry the fire infiltrating
my cheeks
is too hot.
i am too awkward,
i am too gawky,
and when i walk, i trip, and when i speak,
it takes too long for me to spit the syllables out.
i am too soft,
i am too faint,
i am a flute, and everyone around me
is a trumpet blaring vigorously, proudly,
and wondering with an ignorant innocence,
why they cannot hear me.
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Author:
jessiannace (
Offline) - Published: June 27th, 2017 11:11
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Thank you for a fine poem. You know, no matter how old we are, there are times we do feel exactly how you so nicely describe it. Take baby steps, from the flute you move up to saxophone before becoming a trumpet. And as a great finale, hit the drums!
Those trumpets can't hear
Them selfs or others
The flute hears all
Nothing is filtered
It's because of both
I find balance
Thank you for a wonderful read, I hope you find what you need
WELCOME JESS FOR AN AWESOME ~ BUT TOO SELF DEPRECATING FIRST POEM ! Your POEM is very elegant in its style ~ rhythmic free verse ~ and the content is a tough but honest CV ! The flute is my fave instrument (I hate trumpets !) so i hear you and (in my mind) you are lovely. This poem drips with honesty but I want a "Power of Positive Thinking ~ POEM" next time. Thanks for sharing ~ please check my POEMS ! If you have any QUESTIONS about MPS please ask ~ it is a very empathetic site ! Every Blessing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
Good write. Sometimes the strongest sound in people's mind is silence.
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