a piece of wood holding up a table
the sand in between my toes
an ornament on a Christmas tree
a leaf flying to the earth
poster board as a drippy paint brush makes the first stroke
junk sold at a yard sale
an abandoned car in a lot
colors in a rainbow translated into art
Father’s death and
fights with my siblings
Lookin’ at a picture where he still had eight years
And a photo of you when you considered me friend
The significance, swollen like a baseball, stuck in my throat
it all matters to me yet I’m the only one.
Left feeling like I barely matter to anyone.
Ah you do matter Cathy.
Don’t go letting people tell you differently.
In particular don’t let yourself tell you differently!!!
Terrific poem too – really captures the mood you are portraying with your words
(((Big Irish Hug)))
David
I’m so disappointed in people. They drive me mad. The more determined they are to make me insignificant the more driven I become to exert myself on them and make them notice. Thank you for the hug and the praise.
Cathy
feelings mislead sometimes
Don’t let yourself feel that way! I hope you were just venting those feelings through that poem and not keeping a lot of it inside.
The feeling lasted as long as it took to write it. I am in good spirits now. Thank you.
Well you matter to me, and a few others I’ll bet. A wonderfully open poem, but I am sorry that you had to write it dear Cathy. Just remember they are the DICKHEADS !!! And keep smiling…
Ha, Ha, Jo – you are funny and sweet – thank you.