Lonely in a Crowd

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A lonely person inwardly meditates on the cause.

Blurred faces and babbling chatter,

Coloured hats and smiling eyes,

Running children––patter, patter,

Persons of all and any size.


Ahead of me, a lady in blue;

Behind, a man in white;

To my left, a girl of scarcely two;

And a Yorkshire to my right.


On the lampposts cling little boys

Boasting to their friends––

A group of schoolgirls making noise;

A spectacled reverend.


I take no notice of the faces and chatter

Of the coloured hats and smiling eyes.

I do not care for the children’s patter

Or the persons of all and any size.


I do not glance twice at the lady in blue,

Nor do I study the man in white;

I ignore entirely the girl of two

And the Yorkshire to my right.


I do not see the lamppost boys

Boasting to their friends––

I do not hear the schoolgirls’ noise

Or behold the reverend.


And––none of them bother to descry me;

They do not know when I pass by.

It seems they are unable to see––

I cannot fathom why.

Submitted: March 26, 2017

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I understand what you are saying here, & I like your approach! I find refreshment in your refined capacity to make us think about your subject matter!
The only thing I worry about is your comment in the summary about a "Lonely person rather stupidly..." I disagree with you! You are NOT doing this stupidly! Actually you've been quite brilliant about it!!

Sun, March 26th, 2017 2:54pm



Sun, March 26th, 2017 4:52pm

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