Monday, March 31, 2014

March 30, 2014 We Write Poems/Wordle #12


We Wordle #12
I read over the words
I don’t see my name
I remember the feelings
Of being ‘left out’
Children’s games
Game of life
Run away into the woods
Follow rabbit
Down the rabbit hole
Into the sky
Knead the bread
Listen to mockingbird
The wind blows cold
In morning
I smile
Tease myself
Not ‘left out’

Just 'overlooked'






Note:  Interesting to me, that I felt old feelings of being 'left out', but told myself, yes, you did write something, but maybe you were just 'overlooked.'  Which is worse, left out or overlooked?  Perhaps they feel the same.  (The image taken from the internet.) 

1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

It happens, not left out, just overlooked, which is easy to do, there are so many to keep track of. I always feel like a mother hen trying to keep track of all my chicks, hee hee. I relate to your poem, Annell.......

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