We do it every day, don’t we, Marcus? Walk down the crowded street, in the morning rush hour, completely invisible. The man with whom I did a tiny sidestep dance as our impatient courtesy tried to hurry on, or that lady who swayed and ducked under my umbrella, swearing under her breath, didn’t see me. And the young woman who handed me my coffee. She never even glanced at my face.
And yet that anonymity lets us be. Just our thoughts, walking us on a leash, as we swerve and stumble towards something familiar.
Maybe it is the reprieve we like, a break from wanting to be seen and heard and admired and liked. A few minutes of being with others who also want nothing more than their own space, hidden in plain sight, without their masks. But only for a while.
Perhaps we fear falling like that tree in the forest, without an audible thud to mark life… or death.
Think of stars imploding in their kaleidoscopic splendour, the opera we neither see nor hear. It might be that we aren’t the target audience.
the roar and the hush
as one wave describes the shore
to the next
There are some advantages to being invisible ๐
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Sure are! Thanks Lynn.
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This is my favorite ! Wow! “not the target audience’! And what if the waves are playing follow the leader, performing for each other? Like the narrator and Marcus? I’m swooning. The dynamc is so true it promotes itself quietly, with a little grin. An everyday profundity. Thank you.
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Thanks so much Susan. The invisible intrigues and questions us!
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What a wonderful write.
“the roar and the hush
as one wave describes the shore
to the next
beautiful words.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Thanks so much Anna.
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This is absolutely breathtaking a write,โค๏ธEspecially resonated with; “Maybe it is the reprieve we like, a break from wanting to be seen and heard and admired and liked.” Beautifully penned.
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Thank you Sanaa.
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How wonderfully you’ve captured that time and space where one is really invisible in plain sight. Thanks to those rush hours when one doesn’t even have time to die…love the end haiku..’roar’, ‘hush’, ‘wave’ and ‘shore’ bring about such vastness….
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Thanks Sumana, glad you liked it ๐
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Magnificent !!! i am awed by your imagery and resonance
Have a good Wednesday
much love…
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Thank you Gillena.
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This is beautiful and I so relate. There is no one more invisible than an aging woman. LOL. I LOVE the haiku, one wave describing the shore to the next. Fantastic!
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Thanks Sherry ๐
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The audience waits
in profound silence to hear
its own preferred myth.
Elizabeth
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Thanks Elizabeth. Perhaps we only see and hear selectively, and that’s what makes the rest invisible to us!
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I particularly love your closing par, and the verse. But I don’t crave that aspect of city life. I love living in a small town, where people not only know you but say hello as you walk down the street.
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What a change that would be from the city where you barely know your own neighbours!
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What beautiful images!
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Thank you.
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That Haiku is so clever and beautiful and a nice philosophical piece. I love being invisible as I love people but they also eat my energy.
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Just the right words..eat energy! Thanks so much Marja. Stay safe.
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… sweet poem… makes me think, there’s this marketing or advertising term I heard for ppl who see the campaign but are not viable consumers of its products: waste… or maybe my friend just made that up.
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Am sure there must be a word for it! Thanks๐
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I hope that I thud loudly when my time comes! ๐
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I just loved the concluding haiku…Great insight in few words. Love it!
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Thanks Panchali.
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very nice … the stars putting on show, but not for us…love this…bkm
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Thanks so much.
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