Too Much Grandeur


Too Much Grandeur

Sometimes, there is too much grandeur.

It causes me to look in one place,

Then another,

And once more.


Nowhere can I concentrate,

Because the beauty blinds me,

With its presence, detail, message.


Leaving me bewildered, and in love.


Nice and neat,

Goes the suit,

The dress,



Here I AM,

Imperfect but proud,

Wearing the unwillingness of the serpent,

I radiate resistance,

Through a smile which belies the truth.


Or am I?

Is it the unacceptance of others,

My misunderstood life?

Which makes them feel I am the unteam player.


Whispers off stage … “Which I am.”