You
were the stranger in the house
the sullen face across the table.
You
were the accuser in the house
certain of your imaginary world.
You
were the lost in the house
confused by our reality.
You
were in the house,
but we did not reach
You.
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Shawn L. Bird 
I like it Shawn… Yes I guess we all have had that feeling of being complete strangers in our own home… Well at least It has happened to me… Cheers, Aquileana 😉
It does seem to be a sadly familiar theme for many.
SNAP SNAP SNAP
lol Yay! Beatnik poetry cafe moment!!! 🙂 That just made my evening.
Sad, but true for the one who cannot connect with the others.
Or who have their own (wildly distorted?) view of the world.
Reblogged this on Hey Sweetheart, Get Me Rewrite!.
I wish I had written this. Made me cry.
Sorry. Thank you.
(it’s a double edged sword. I don’t want to gut anyone, but it’s a compliment to know my words can touch people deeply)
Never apologize for making one feel something real.
Hi Shawn, just to let you know I have nominated you for a Sunshine Award..
Thank you for the nomination. I do have a policy of declining blog awards, but I do appreciate the compliment.
I thought I remembered reading that on your blog somewhere but couldn’t find it, I have found it this morning… Understandble it is time consuming and you have to prioritise, especially when writing a novel or have other deadlines. I accept your decline but wanted to award you anyway because I very much enjoy your blog 🙂
I appreciate the thought. Thanks.
I do love your poems.
Thanks.
Wow. I can’t tell you how close to home this just hit me. Thank you for your words.
My pleasure, Rebecca. I hope they are an encouragement to you.
haunting, and darkly gorgeous. really well done Shawn!
Thanks, Ian.
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we all feel like strangers at different points in our lives, this is poem well put together Shawn.
glad you like it
Great poem, loved the structure and pacing.
I’ve been that person across the table, so the end of this felt slightly accusatory, and that’s okay.
I suppose that is inevitable, though to me it’s more of an exhausted, straight-forward observation, than an accusation.
The ‘You’ really pokes. Gud one
I’m glad it pokes at you.
🙂
you have captured estrangement…
Thank you
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Very well done. I have featured this in my weekly “Mental Health Monday” post. Keep up the great writing.
Thank you. I’m honoured.
Beautiful, thank you.
I’ve had similar thoughts in my recent poem ‘As Strangers’ (thanks for liking!).
My pleasure, and thank you for stopping by here. 🙂 Come again!
OH MY GOODNESS. This has really touched HOME 😦
Blessing on you.
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How can we become complete strangers in our own home? How can the love be lost? Where is the work in our marriage? Where is the happy ending?
Who said anything about marriage? Who said anything about losing love?
You see when one perceives a poem, it may not be what the author/writer thought or was thinking. This can be perceived many different ways & the “stranger” could be anything & to me the “stranger” is love. Thanks for your writing.
Precisely.