Of the flock, the hues doth turn pale from the same tree, apples expire but strength is found in the numbers last I checked, three is much higher. Three are planning a reunion the news reached me through the wire of course, I was not invited that would be no fun for the choir. Who does she think she's fooling flaunting more talent than the rest, the same home that housed her, nursed us, food slimmed her; us, fattened & stressed. Not fighting the fight like Ma' taught surrendering and winning still talking froth about dandelions guarding smiles to bring out at will. Inhaling sun from line-dried sheets, collecting dust from neutron-stars, seeing rainbows on pitch-dark nights protecting fireflies in glass jars. On and on, in torrents of fire, fawning on their merits through mine, waste a good night disparaging with nothing but me on their minds. Why wouldn't I be the anti to balance the scales above all a red pill, a blue pill--that's why there's fewer of us after all. But strength is found in the numbers collectively, three's still higher, of course, they would not invite me I'd bring no fun in their hell's mire. *** Soliloquy, page 101 In The Shadow of Rainbows © selmamartin.com
Soliloquy is a form of speech spoken aloud by a character but addressed to
no one except his or her self.
The purpose of the soliloquy is to allow the audience to get a glimpse of
the character’s inner thoughts and feelings while keeping them hidden from
the other characters.
The soliloquy differs from a monologue in that the latter is spoken so that
other characters may be made privy to the speaker’s point of view.
A soliloquy can express thoughts, emotions, intentions, plans and desires.
It can influence the unfolding of the plot and can create irony.
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Thanks all, I wish you miracles.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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Nicely written, loved it 🌼
Daphny, glad you liked it. Please visit often. And thanks for the support my young friend. I bless you.
Will do, love reading your work and I’m learning alot from you 🌼❣️
Wow! sounds like friends you can live with out! Great musings and such great images…. I love this…
inhaling sun from line-dried sheets…
Brings back great memories!
Aww. You bless me with this comment. Line-dried sheets. Yup. Glad you understand that.
Lovely too that you understood the poem so well. Thanks. Poetry is an art I need to polish. Thanks for reading and commenting. I appreciate you.
You are very welcome Selma. I find your images very relatable and well written!
Dwight
For starters Cheers to you .. I would love to have a long talk over a few Woodfords!
“For sure, 3 are planning a reunion the news reached me through the late wire of course, I was not invited that would be no fun for the choir.”
I have friends whose own sisters fit this scenario! Those friends came to mind as I read your *exquisite* poem.
Oh sister! Yes. That’s what I meant about the rotten apples dropping from the same tree. Siblings, you see. (But I had to count syllables…)
I’ll join you for the drinks. Thanks for the intro.
You rock. Thanks for reading and commenting.
This hit home for me, reaching way back into childhood. Intense, evocative poetry.
So glad something here hit home, dear Victoria. Some childhood things live on as is in some families. Some sisters never grow up. They listen and enact the same stories at every chance.
One needs to disassociate from the toxic…
Thanks for hosting this. Great prompt. You rock, lady!
Oh, mercy, that seemed cathartic! Put words to paper, put paper in jar and FORGET it always worked for me!
Good advice, Beverly.
“…and I say to myself, what a wonderful world!”
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Wow! This is incredible, Selma! I totally felt it. I love these two stanzas:
“not fighting the fight like Ma’ taught
surrendering and winning still
talking froth ’bout dandelions
guarding smiles to bring out at will
inhaling sun from line-dried sheets
collecting dust from neutron-stars – this line is killer!
seeing rainbows on pitch dark nights
protecting fireflies in glass jars”
You can be nothing other than who you are and by doing so, it reveals to others who they are, which they may not like and that’s why you disturb them. Well done <3
I disturb them. It’s so true. And whether they invite me or not to their parties I’m always in the center of the party. How disturbing is that?
Not healthy.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Like before, you light me up.
Glad you liked my killer line. Haha. 😘
There is such beauty in the ordinary things as you already know. Perhaps they are displaying jealousy[?] Very expressive and ‘felt!’
Yes. You and I know about that extra in the ordinary, Carol. I know this for a fact now. Those 3 are full of envy.
I’m thrilled you could feel the meaning.
Thanks for finding me. I’ve been waiting for you.
Thanks for doing THAT 😉
So grateful. Be well, Carol. I wish you miracles.
Hi Selma,
My, your poetry has grown < trifold, during my hiatus. You've captured universal emotions with this one. Thank you.
I’m sorry you were excluded, Selma… that’s not a good feeling, to say the least… but you got a beautiful and relatable poem out of the experience…
<3
David
I think I would rather not be invited to such an event! Keep on shining brighter 🙂
Thanks, Ingrid. I’ll do just that. Thanks for the comment. I appreciate you.
Being left out deliberately is among the worst thing humans can do… I do remember such occasions and it leaves a deep thorn in the heart.
Hi
Selma
Lovely photo. Megic written words. Wow so great post. I am so glad.
Thanks so much for reading, dear Raj. So glad you liked the photo and written words. Thanks, as always. You rock! (You’re amazing)
I bless you
Thanks lot Selma
I am so glad. U so pretty! 👍
I could feel this one deep! I also read your About, which is wonderful–there’s so much that seems simple in life, in a day, but is marvelously extraordinary. Blessings to you!
You’re a gem. Thanks so dearly. Be well. I wish you miracles. xoxo
What lovely words! You are the 2nd person to call me a “gem” this year…I just may start believing it! Thank you 🙂
That’s it, sweet one. Two cements it! Better start believing. xoxoxo
I felt this poem land near. Probably all I ever write is a soliloquy, trying to explain the workings of my mind to everybody who has a minute. Thank you.
A technical matter: I didn’t get an email when you posted this one, even though I get one normally. I got one for your previous and one for your next post. Mystery. Miracle?
So pleased at how close it landed, my sweet. All you do/write, I love💕
That technical matter:you’re the kind of audience I love. Thanks for the feedback. But this time I have a ready answer.
See, I been seeing people reposting their own posts over and over. That’s what I did with this one. Meaning, it’s not new. I pulled it up from August, scheduled it for this day and republished. Looks like it doesn’t behave the same as a new one does. That’s why there’s no email notif (my guess). Thanks, my sweet. Your feedback is valuable. xoxo
Ah, yes, This answers it, thanks. I remember that scheduled posts behave weirdly.
somethings… smh… confusing. Be well. Have a fabulous weekend. xo
This poem reminded me of my childhood. Thank for sharing dear Selma 🤗♥️
Blessings. xo
You too, dear ❤️
That last line “they would not invite me
I’d bring no fun in their hell’s mire”
great poem Selma! 💖
Cindy, my sweet: Thanks. Enjoy your Sunday, Funday, dear one. And thanks for checking me out. 💋
You’re so welcome! I’m cozy in my robe still thanks and you do the same.. Sunday Funday sounds good to me. Pleasure always! 💖
Wow what an amazing poem .
Loved it Selma
Thank you 🤗
Thanks dearly, Maggie.
BTW, I tried to respond to your latest poem post but … unexpected error 🙅🏻 🤷🏽♀️ WP is weird again. Sorry 😢
It is my pleasure Selma 🤗
Ah the WP Gremlins 🤭
No problem my friend 🙏
A very moving dialogue
Oh, I can just feel the oozing resentment. Wonderfully written
I can feel the emotional struggle. Great poem, Selma! It’s healthy to express such resentment, though.
Yes. It’s healthy. Thanks for reading.
You’re welcome, Selma. ☺️
Love this poem!!!!
Happy you do sweet lady.
So beautiful and powerful!
Thanks Dawn