Here I sit, alone

Here I sit, alone

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Folgers in my cup?  No, an entire universe!  Cup of coffee…cup of life.  I can’t believe what that girl created by simply swirling the cream in my cappuccino.  I wonder what I could create in my own life if I were as bold.  I think I’m about due for some swirling of my own.  Things have been, for far too long, static, merely mocha, murky, sitting in the middle.  It’s time to venture, at least, to the outskirts of my self-imposed circle.

Here I sit, alone,

while no one smiles in recognition

or nods in mere cognition

of my presence.

Here I sit, alone,

while a flood of faces runs its  course,

mindless of my pain, of course,

and I brood about my essence.

Here I sit, alone,

accusing those who dare not see.

amusing, no one’s handcuffed me

yet I withhold myself as well.

Fear and love too commonly dwell

in this same cell.

Oh, what the hell…

“This seat’s not taken…sit with me?”

Greetings and Salutations! I am Camille. I am a writer, a speaker, a seminar creator/ facilitator, a standup comedienne, (I’m pretty funny sitting down too. Lying down I’m hysterical…but we won’t go there!), a philosopher, a pastoral counselor, a poet, a pirate, a pawn and a king. OK. Scratch those last three! That should do for now.
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Written by: Camille on February 25, 2012.
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February 25, 2012 Post Under Flash Fiction - Comments
  • http://foolishnessofthings.blogspot.com Aniket

    I don’t really know what I loved reading more – your poetry or your bio. I call dibs on that seat if it’s still available.

    I can tell that you’re a natural at this. All the words just fit in and provide a seamless flow when you read. I could sing it out loud if I wanted to (I shouldn’t really).

    Thank you so much for sharing this here.

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