I’m just here
in the corner –
I watch,
I see,
but no one sees me.
They pace the floor,
drink their tea
and count the hours.
The world turns and
I am still,
more solid somehow
than before.
It is an enviable position,
to be invisible.
They say it’s the fate
of all women:
to disappear.

A haunting thought on gender.
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It is, isn’t it? I was sitting and thinking about it earlier this week, talking with one of my friends. Seemed appropriate for a poem.
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well written
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Thank you!
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Well done Katie. It is unfortunately still very true. Travelling in Asia right now it is even more apparent here. Maggie
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Thank you! I mentioned in another comment that I’d had a conversation with a friend, and I just kind of kept thinking about it.
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Well done! Love the poem.. ti
Not disappearing-:)
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I’m so glad you liked it! To not disappearing, indeed!
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I did and yes to that💞
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Great post 🙂
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Thank you!!
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Great poem!
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Thank you! So glad you liked it!
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Terrifying, but sadly true in so many ways. Horror meets realism in this great poem.
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I’m so glad you liked it!
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Great 😃
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Thank you!
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My pleasure Katie. 😊
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Ooh, intriguing! And clever social commentary! 🙂
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Thank you! Glad you liked it!
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