I often stop and think
standing in a crowd,
when nothing seems in sync,
everything, just loud.
When everyone is talking—
nothing’s being said.
When everyone is moving—
pieces being led.
When light is eery shading:
scenes are black and white.
Familiar faces fading;
distant, lost from sight.
Yup, I don’t belong here,
anyone can see.
If only . . . Never mind, dear.
Time for me to flee.
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Can’t see the original when click on your link, Jessica.
It worked now.
Thanks for letting me know, Sam. Silly me. I changed the “post date” after posting it, and I guess that screwed things up. Live and learn, I guess!
:D
Sorry. This post showed up twice on my WP app. Nice free verse btw :)
Thanks, Mitsuo. I changed the “post date” after posting it, and I guess that that screwed things up. Silly me! Thanks for reading. :)
Reblogged this on Deo Optimo Maximo and commented:
Excellent poem! Reblogging for the readers of my blog. -Deo.
Thank you, Deo! I am honored. :)
You are most welcome. Beautiful poem indeed! Thanks.
the picture and words go so well together Jess, were you inspired by the pic or chose it after the words?
Chose the picture afterward. I usually write about my experiences and choose artwork to go along later. Sometimes finding the right picture (and editing it) can take longer than writing a poem itself. I’m glad you liked it!
Great verse and lovely painting attached!
Thank you. :)
Not a fan of crowds either and small talk in a group? Ugh. With none or a few, outside – now we’re talking. Keep on keeping on!
Definitely not a fan of crowds and small talk. Glad to find others who can relate. The same to you! :)
I can relate to this all too well, great poem.
Thanks, Jeff. Glad I’m not the only one!
I like this line: “When light is eery shading”… :)
Thanks, Aka. This poem didn’t flow for me as easily as some of the others. It’s definitely not my favorite, but, still, worth posting. I am still in love with your poem, “A Little Weird.” :)
Thanks! :)
The third stanza is great, well done, Jess! :-)
As always, thank you, Subhan. :)
No worries. I wrote you in the contact form two days ago. Did it get through?
I’m sure it did. I haven’t had time to check my email in a few days. Be patient, my friend.
OK. Take your time.
lovely!
:)
Great title for the mood of your poem. Disenchanted seems just right. I wonder what inspired you to write this… Best to you Jess
Thanks, Arash. That means so much. I feel this way a lot, actually. Has something to do with my personality and where I am in life. I don’t mind… Best to you, too :)
“When everyone is talking—
nothing’s being said.
When everyone is moving—
pieces being led.”
This part makes me think, I like that.
Thanks, Paul. I like things that make me think, too ;) Thanks for commenting!
I figure it’s time I commented and helped an angel out with wings. :)
As to this post it struck a chord with me as I have spent a lot of time the past week or so thinking along these lines and planned to write about it when I’ve the time. I think you may have given me a starting point.
Have a great week Jessica!
“…when I have the time.” I know what that’s like. I’ve been meaning to talk about several things recently but have been fighting to find the time.
So glad this struck a chord with you, and I’m glad you decided to give an angel a pair of wings, too! Best regards :) Jessica
my dear Emily Dickinson – this reminded me of one of my favorite – Some keep the Sabbath – I feel the way your poem expresses quite often. So I stay on the ranch –
I love Emily Dickinson. I’ll have to check that poem out. Glad to know others relate to how I often feel! :)
and is it not in iambic trimeter?
You know, it very well could be. I’ve studied poetry so I should remember all of those terms, but, when it comes to writing, I go more by how pieces feel than worry about specifics or fitting a certain pattern. It’d be good practice for me, though! :)
as an old English Teacher – it is iambic trimeter –
Thank you, then! I learned, er, relearned something today! Hope you have a wonderful day. :)
“If only”…
That I understood.
Thanks, Nate. That line was originally different. Something about looking for a door near. But, somehow, “if only…” seemed a better fit.
Thanks for commenting! Hope you have a great week. :)
Social anxiety disorder?
Nah. Just introverted. Also feel disconnected from people who can’t relate to my experiences abroad—and to whose stories about having kids *I* can’t relate, lol.
Great post though! I think I can relate to wanting to get away from a crowd.
Thank you :) I think we all feel that way sometimes.
Count me in – Loud music, parties, crowd… I too hate all of them. :)
Haha, glad to know I’m not alone, Allwin! Some of us just prefer small groups or being alone–and I’m perfectly okay with that. :)
the large vsn of the picture : funny, that is the first art I have seen of a prohibition-era speakeasy. chuckle – you certainly would not have belonged.
A good observation! No, I wouldn’t have. I was mostly looking for a piece that conveyed movement and a group of people at a bar or party. This was the best I found.
It is a really unusual picture of art I had not seen – glad you chose it.
I would have fit in even less than you ;-)
Wonderful. I can relate to it as well.
Thank you. It seems many of us can!
“Time for me to flee.” I know that feeling. Been there, done that.
“Goodbye, Las Vegas”
http://tim-shey.blogspot.com/2010/12/unreal-city-or-goodbye-las-vegas.html
Glad to know I’m not alone. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. :)
Nice Jess, I started shifting my perception slightly, where I just observe by taking myself out of the equation. There’s such perfection and harmony when things are just as they are.
Everyone dancing in sync, speaking/ singing as in an opera, great love is felt as I am part of the scene, blissfully doing nothing at all. ♥
I’m glad you liked it. And, yes. It’s easier to feel peacefulness in such situations when you yourself take no part in it at all. Thanks so much for your comments!
loved this!
Thank you, Melinda! Thank you for reading.
take a bow.so simple and effective!
thank you.