clover

It’s an odd thing, to hear someone say something you know

To connect with a faceless voice on the radio

or a singer, somewhere in the world, or scratches of ink on the page of a book

You smile and empathise, or furrow your brow

and you’re halfway to agreeing out loud  

but the problem stops you, and it races through your brain

because if you say anything, will the people beside you ever look at you the same?

You wring your hands and look away, shame sending blood rushing to your face

Because the people beside turn their heads away, wrinkling their nose

it’s implied, not said, you suppose

But their disgust is so evident, and besides, you’ve been through this before

it’s not worth the frown or the, “seriously?” and raised eyebrows

you see, they can’t see, won’t believe

That you’re flawed that way

That sometimes it’s natural to be mean

I mean, isn’t it odd, for something to have so much meaning

but to feel guilty or distracted when you pursue

Or to have to close your mouth, keep it bottled up

when you want to explain what you do

You believe in it, no doubt, and when you’re alone, you’re relentless when you go

But when you’re with others, you shrink back, for fear of recrimination

Yes, whatever, I’m obsessed, listen to me I don’t care if it’s taking over

what the hell makes them think there’s anything wrong with being a three-leafed clover?

Sure, maybe I’ll never stand out, or maybe I will, but that’s not what’s important

oh , I don’t know what’s good for me? Of course I don’t

Isn’t that what we’re all living life for?

Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know yet too

One last thing? I know it sucks, but it’s true

Just do your thing, there really is no one like you.

Author's Note

If you have comments on what maybe should be capitalized or not, and especially things with punctuation (period, comma, etc.) please tell me I'm trying to work on those

the indentations are a personal style but sometimes word's autocorrect capitalized words it shouldn't have so some might slip through the cracks

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' You wring your hands and look away, shame sending blood rushing to your face - Because the people beside turn their heads away, wrinkling their nose - it’s implied, not said, you suppose - But their disgust is so evident, and besides, you’ve been through this before - it’s not worth the frown or the, “seriously?” '

Plus. apart from the actual poetising, its form and continuity is so good: you've used excelent free verse throughout plus a great heap of metered sounds.

This is a write that filters ou: How to stand tall and proud, yet, be self. Three leaved clovers are what they are, Better than would-be aspiring to be what others dictate. Those self-righteous would-be's who make believe then, hide behind so called intelligence! Be you - always, considerate, imaginative you. Please.

[Cpt. Alex Rover]

thanks for the review! what did you mean when you copied that first paragraph in?

"" ' You wring your hands and look away, shame sending blood rushing to your face - Because the people beside turn their heads away, wrinkling their nose - it’s implied, not said, you suppose - But their disgust is so evident, and besides, you’ve been through this before - it’s not worth the frown or the, “seriously?” ""

[emmajoy]

I wanted to highlight it as being a memorable piece of writing.. Also (hopefully, perhaps) to beckon others to read you the whole post.