Everybody But The Protagonist

Everybody But The Protagonist

A Poem by Benjamin Seymour

I’m not convinced that this is where to start

But it is, after all, the top of the page

It has not yet let me down

 

I saw a woman at a bus stop today, all alone

Her eyes haunted me but the rest was just human

 

Everybody is in strict dress code

Uniformed in this year’s theme:

Originality

 

Even that guy

The one with tattered boots and scruffy hair

Has spent ages getting that “I just threw this on” look

So authentic

Just perfect

Looking bad so that he looks good

 

Even that girl

A determined socialite “sans determination

Still dressed to be seen: a walking brand

Screams “Plastic skin; Plastic personality

Whilst carelessly perched upon her chair

Waiting for someone to say:

What is she doing here?

This heroine amongst losers

 

I’m not falling: just sinking

Deeper and Deeper

Further and further away

 

Guess it is time to leave here

And let my thoughts drift away

 

 

 

© 2009 Benjamin Seymour


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I�m not convinced that this is where to start
I saw a woman at a bus stop today, all alone
Everybody is in strict dress code
Even that guy
Even that girl
I�m not falling: just sinking
Further and further away
Guess it is time to leave here
And let my thoughts drift away

How clever that you have a substratum - a poem within a poem, and brilliant that
the sentences in bold are the subjects of the matter of this poem, this story within;
the sentences beneath the ones in bold are of course, the descriptions of (that girl, that guy, etc)
these things and the perspective gained through your eyes of the conformity and all the other
fallacies that come with the pressure society places on its beings-
What great insight you have, and I couldn't agree more. Everyday I m surrounded by those same "types"
(you see? By me saying "types" then I am judging, but not, at the same time- it is out there, deemed by society, types, with plastic skin, plastic personalities.)
I'm glad I am not one of them, and, seemingly you, just for the contrary testament of your words.
Brilliant.

Posted 17 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Wow, your descriptions are excellent.
I'm in a bad rhyming habit and poems like this with such great flow really inspire me
so thank you
great read :)

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This was a golden poem. My hat goes off to you on this one. Was so well put out and was simple to follow. I thoroughly enjoyed this one, Ben. Title holds in nicely. This is definitely going into my library.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Benjamin Seymour
Benjamin Seymour

Barcelona, Spain, Spain



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