Estranged

A passerby throughout society;

A silhouette without variety;

A phantom blank in reason, bland in rhyme;

A soul estranged in nature, lost in time-

 

Shine or shower he wanders.

 

No stranger to decorum or finesse,

Clad ever in pristine and dapper dress,

With loafers ever fashionably shined,

And bowler ever solemnly inclined-

 

Hour by hour he maunders.

 

No eyes to see what wonder lies around,

No ears to hear or mouth to voice a sound,

No nose to sniff the scents within the air,

No sense to feel the wind waft through his hair-

 

On pride and power he ponders.

 

A withered waif with pockets full of sand;

A nowhere-man within a nowhere land;

A windblown leaf with no trace in the loam;

A rolling stone with no direction home-

 

Of sweet and sour he squanders.

-EDP

Reviews

[H L Rose]

I really like this poems form. The single line between the stanzas really make it.

I like the flow of the second stanza the best, but I think the fourth stanza is my favorite overall.

I seriously can’t pick a favorite line.

It’s all absolutely lovely.

[emipoemi]

Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it.