Blank Stare Escape – Poem for One Shot Wednesday, Week One Year!

Blank Stare Escape

Whilst declaring

"I Am Poet"

Eyes glaze in collusion.

A blank stare hides the

Search for escape pods.

Whispers and unchecked

Baggage of moonlit

Butterflies that few can,

Or will, comprehend.

Mentioning Poetry

In polite Society

Is the agreed upon

Signal to employ a

Full Scale Retreat.

Minds fold up like

Disposable chairs

Rented grass quickly

Clears. Flee! Flee! Flee!

Leaving me to wonder

"Was it something I said?"

Then search for some paper

to note the event.

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Do you ever tell...