He has it, everyone knows, except for him.
Maybe not in his dress or the way he keeps his hair;
it's something mystical, raw, uncomposed,
and wanting for expression, under stage lights, perhaps.
Yet, he keeps it in his pocket with the lint of the day.
It doesn't matter.
It seeps out on its own and takes over,
in the way he moves -
in his convoluted but brilliant speech.
He holds himself unassuming
yet wears charisma as cologne.
©Gail Thornton
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if you know you are great
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can you do as you please?
do people invoke your name when they sneeze?
will the world be laid at your feet?
or will you just take a seat?
when all goes wrong
will you be strong?
I like this a lot...to say more than...I recognise and Identify with it, would smack of prideful arrogance.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem my good lady poet...great poem. :)
Thank you Phil! Go ahead say it, if it feels right, I understand. I know many men who wear it along with the lint of the day.
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