
This poem is about a creature that prefers to go unnoticed, to stay hidden from view, and the dismissive way in which such behavior is sometimes received. Â
The shy may employ this technique, in order to evade criticism. The outgoing may consider such behavior suspicious, anti-social or malevolent.
In any case, hiding does not necessarily lead to happiness or acceptance. In fact, solitude can make us a harsher critic of ourselves, than any outside force would ever dare to be.Â
In a better world, a quiet dandelion would enrapture us as much as a vivacious orchid tree bloom.
My heart goes out to those, who are trying to summon the courage to reveal themselves. There is nothing to be ashamed of. We are all God’s creatures, after all.
Thank you for stopping by!
Hidden by flint-rock and
Slithering by train stiles,
Never confronting
The full light of day,
Spurning the daylight and
Breathing so shallow,
Waiting for changes to come.
Never may.
Spread, like a blob
Of petroleum jelly,
Pliable, squishy,
Invisible, dark:
Sing out your solo! Oh,
Sing for your supper!
Sing with the living, or
Silent, depart.
Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew
For a poem about the invisibility of one partner in the shadow of the other, read Upstaged.
I love the last two lines!!
Thank you Liz.
You’re welcome, Andrea.