Poem Sat on a Coffee Shop Wall
My wallflower poem is dressed
ready to be seen
feeling positive for anyone
who wants to read.
My coutured poem scans
the queuing line
with eye-catching layout
and comforting rhyme.
My needy poem comes alive
when someone's engaged
then impressed when their expression
is perfectly changed.
My vain poem wants to be captured
by any appliance
to increase the chance of likes
from an out there audience.
My resigned poem knows
that look of apathy
as people take more interest
in collecting their coffee.
Next person, please!
John Gilbert Ellis
Wed 17th Jul 2024 10:17
Thanks, Manish and David, your comments nailed where I was going. The poem was born when I saw some people looking/reading a poem of mine on the wall of a coffee shop near me. I didn't want to look, but of course I did!