by It’s Poetics Tuesday over at dVerse.
The writing prompt is invisible.
when a chameleon
is trapped
in perpetual camouflage
or your reflection
in the mirror
and its gut-punching
silence when you ask
(like an idiot!)
who’s the fairest
of
them
all.
It’s when you realize
the world has suddenly
gone blind
to you of
a certain age.
That’s what invisible feels like.
Wonderful poem, I love your sense of reality.
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Thank you, Helene! Most people refer to my sense of reality as cynical, being jaded, and pessimistic. How refreshing!
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My pleasure.
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love that image of a chameleon trapped in camouflage, truly eerily invisible. your second part is more thought provoking, is it just age that lends us invisible, sometimes race and colour do the same. such a powerful response to the prompt.
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Thank you, Gina. Interesting observations!
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how true. 🙂
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“perpetual camouflage” – you are a master at capturing the dilemma in concise terms.
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Thank you very much, V.J.
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So welcome.
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Dannggggg! ❤️ This left me absolutely breathless! 😀
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🙂 Thank you, Sanaa!
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Wonderful poem. I loved the image/idea of the chameleon in perpetual camouflage. Several people have written about becoming invisible with age–something obviously that resonates.
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Thank you, merrildsmith. So glad you enjoyed!
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Oh… it seems like aging and invisible is a common theme.
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I would imagine so. Once it happens, it’s hard to forget. It’s a lonely and sad feeling.
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