Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Invisible Man

        Invisible Man

Invisible man,
Not what planned.
Present and not seen.
What can it mean?

Words spoken and not heard,
Musak like chirp of bird.
Ignored in bustle of life,
Supposedly soothes inner strife.

Not a magician's rabbit,
Shoved in a hat that doesn't fit.
Flee from that place,
So much life to embrace.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Please note the invisible photo associated with this post!

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