Am I the diminished tree in distance
Shaken by wind blows, bent in waning light
Empty of nests, gnarled in mute existence
Am I the fallen leaf in snow-bleached night
Solitary figure, cut out of frame
Abandoned by time, dying out of sight
Am I the buried book, dame with lame name
To bellow brave exploits & loves, so lyrical
Stirring up grey eyes, a chanteuse proclaims
No, I refuse to be the invisible
Or silenced by brighter light, louder voice
I'm not just a chorus or syllable
My life is tapestry of songs, by choice
Woven of seasons & storms, growing rose
The title came from a conversation with a group of friends, having post Christmas dinner last Saturday night. We were all comparing our Christmas holidays and getting updates about how our children were doing. During his family gathering, my friend statement was, "Have I become invisible? I don't like it."
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. Also my entry for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form, Sonnet. If you have any inputs on improving my sonnet, please let me know in your comments below. Thanks for your visit.