Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Untested Conversation

Subtitle:
I know why you’re alone, Brenna

Untested Conversation

It’s familiarity
familial
people they see daily
talk to

but not me

who sits in the corner
as would a lonely puppy
trying not give that impression
avoiding pity inside the distance

can be - engaging
enlightening
frightening

sees what conversation you prefer
rather not intervene
send to a rocky ledge
but would embrace you
against my field of abyss -

hold against this untested world -
kept from your known safety
from my discourse

sees eyes avert
empathizes with that discomfort
fragile soul
fleet animal
must forest within denizen’s kin

spares the approach
from a cur at your tables
spared from an observer who knows
fear and loneliness
and true survival
as one against the void
in a din

incipient space fissured wide open
closed
by a constant, linear soul


12.2.22

It’s not poetry you fear, but what weight words.
R-E-L-A-X

But, in other words: I get it. I can be too much.
A growing affliction with some unknown/undiagnosed social condition:disorder since I was 7, walking down a road in my pajamas because I thought my mom abandoned me in another state.

…now Brenna. A work friend of my wife (statement in 'work friend') who is 32, attractive, opines about not getting married, but will have a baby with or without a husband (and the three bedroom home), operates safely in her domain, her confines. I see, like me, she won't get out of her comfort zone because the unknown isn't easy to approach, as with that sound in the night behind the door in that horror movie called life. Brenna, poor, poor, girl. *sigh* I am safety? I have to wonder.


Now…this pompous announcement…

                   2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021. NOMINATED for 2022!

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Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋  (18+) 10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind #1149750 by He’s Brian K Compton