Entering, automatic almost Robotic,
my wheels a mind of their own...
I catch sight of the unpredictable
battle ahead...uncertain thoughts
mingle, running through my mind,
behind me Sun peeks behind grey clouds,
I proceed pursued by those other predators,
ready to pounce on this pusillanimous
human...smiling, too timid and sensitive, to
express what she is really feeling inside...
I carry on like a raptorial animal,
the crazy hunter gatherer fighting
for food...winding my way down
perilous Isles...those angry staring
individuals, exhausted...fatigue in
their eyes, lost in their own personal
frustrations, they are as perplexed as me.
Compulsion forces us onwards
never daring to change direction,
harassed by the pressure of those
words, 'we must have this and that.'
Trolleys steeped high
with Christmas cheer,
little ones cry while
their Mothers Exhale,
I see through those fake smiles
as they see through my own...
but am I invisible? For even as
I stand here waiting to proceed,
it's almost as if I'm impossible
to see, I say excuse me about
a hundred times, but still they
must stand talking...not moving.
Wisdom is the key to judiciousness,
how I long to be back at home in my
armchair...relaxing to The Classics,
Bach...Debussy, or maybe some Jazz,
to empty my mind release the rigidity.

Comments
Highhat | December 4, 2011 - 12:49
Hi Jenn just a little typo- 2nd stanza too timid! I think there are a couple of commas missing but I certainly did get the message loud and clear. Funny how this Christmas shopping gets to people isn't it? I seem to cope with it okay luckily. I don't mind waiting in a queue but there sure are a lot of impatient people rushing around and Yes I do remember when the kids were youngsters and myself being in a bit of a rush. I truly sympathize with your wanting to get home to chill out.
seasons cheer
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | December 4, 2011 - 14:28
Hi there Pia,
went back over the poem and put a comma in after
'sensitive,' hope that works better.
I don't normally mind shopping, but yesterday was
a nightmare, what with this cold as well. But this
poem just came to me, when I got home and it just
had to be written down.
I'm so glad you could understand where I was coming
from and I certainly did exhale, when I got home and
sat down, for the first time that day.
Thankyou for reading and leaving a comment.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | December 4, 2011 - 14:32
Hello Richard,
I took your advice and left out the 'for,' hope it
works better for you. It's funny because the original
copy didn't have that word, but when I came to type
it up, the lines didn't seem equal, so that's why I
put that word in.
Anyway I'm very grateful, that you let me know you
enjoyed reading.
Thanks as always.
Jenny.
scratch | December 4, 2011 - 16:47
"Trolleys steeped high" Great line and another honest poem. Isn't it a pain when they stand there like chock-stones?
seashore | December 4, 2011 - 22:16
I had to look up `raptorial'! This is a very good poem, Jenny - great interpretation of a theme most people can relate to. Great title also.
Coral x
skinner_jennifer | December 5, 2011 - 10:19
Hi Pia,
just come back to say, I just noticed that I didn't
change the 'to timid,' so now I've done it and it
reads 'too timid.' Thanks again for your help.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | December 5, 2011 - 10:29
Hi scratch,
thankyou for reading this poem, glad I'm not the
only one who's invisible.
And thankyou for letting me know.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | December 5, 2011 - 10:31
Hello coral,
it's good to know others can relate to this and I'm
not the only one. I have to say it was wonderful to
get home, I'd never seen the supermarket so busy,
three weeks before Christmas, it was like Christmas
Eve on Saturday.
Anyway thankyou for reading and letting me know.
Jenny.x
sue dinum | December 5, 2011 - 19:31
Another good one, Jenny, and as with all of your poems, very thought provoking.
Trev
Overthetop1 | December 5, 2011 - 19:46
This is superb Jenny, and is expressed so well. Love the third stanza in particular. Yes I can definitely relate to this too. Christmas seems like some kind of mass hysteria. So many adverts. So many presents to buy. So much unnecessary gluttony. Aaaarh!
skinner_jennifer | December 5, 2011 - 21:28
Hi there Trev,
glad to know you enjoyed reading this poem and
thankyou for letting me know.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | December 5, 2011 - 21:32
Thanks for reading this poem OTT, glad to know I'm
not the only one out there that gets fatigued with
the crowds.
Anyway hope you are well and thankyou for your kind
comment.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | December 5, 2011 - 21:40
This is truly excellent, Jenny, and you have introduced me to some new words today.
I certainly know what you mean about being 'invisible'. I get that feeling many times, out shopping...say, when I hold a door open for someone, and the words 'thank you' don't seem to be in their vocabulary;-)
Brilliant job!
Tina;-)
skinner_jennifer | December 6, 2011 - 09:56
Hi Tina,
I think I've been eating the Thesaurus Book for
breakfast, lunch and dinner, just really studying
it hard. I cannot believe how many words there are
out there, that I never knew existed and to think
they are producing yet still more words as I write,
it's amazing.
Again you have given me a big smile, with your
lovely comment. Thankyou so much for reading this
poem and I'm so pleased you enjoyed it.
Have a great Monday.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | December 6, 2011 - 09:57
Hi Tina,
I think I've been eating the Thesaurus Book for
breakfast, lunch and dinner, just really studying
it hard. I cannot believe how many words there are
out there, that I never knew existed and to think
they are producing yet still more words as I write,
it's amazing.
Again you have given me a big smile, with your
lovely comment. Thankyou so much for reading this
poem and I'm so pleased you enjoyed it.
Have a great Monday.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | December 6, 2011 - 09:57
Hi Tina,
I think I've been eating the Thesaurus Book for
breakfast, lunch and dinner, just really studying
it hard. I cannot believe how many words there are
out there, that I never knew existed and to think
they are producing yet still more words as I write,
it's amazing.
Again you have given me a big smile, with your
lovely comment. Thankyou so much for reading this
poem and I'm so pleased you enjoyed it.
Have a great Monday.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | December 6, 2011 - 09:59
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Steve | December 13, 2011 - 12:55
Jen,
there is such a nice mix of the primitive and modern in this poem.
your heart is golden... you really enjoy adventures, don't you?
skinner_jennifer | December 13, 2011 - 16:07
Hi Steve,
I really love the idea of primitive and modern,
that's a nice description.
Thankyou so much for the lovely comment, you gave
me a smile and it's much appreciated.
Thankyou again.
Jenny.