Fredo said I should post some poetry. I've had poetry published in 9 or 10 anthologies over the years and have also been published in Europe. I have sort of an odd, off-beat style. This is one that I wrote back in 2004, when I wasn't feeling that great about being middle aged. Now, I'm fine with it.Anyway, Here's a sample.

The Invisible Woman

Forty five, slightly plump, zoftig in
that "I'm a mom" way.
In the line at the airport, never singled
Out. "She looks like Aunt Betty,"
the security guard whispers to the cop.
No threat there. Anonymous.
Unsexual. Alone and alone again.
She asks the young man if the seat is taken.
He barely glances and nods his no.
She sits facing the runway, watching
the pretty young thing in her tight jeans
and stilletto's ask the young man for
The other seat.
He smiles warmly and moves his briefcase.
The woman watches. She remembers when.
The blue eyes are still the same, but
no one sees the loneliness that hides there.
She remains until they call her seat.
Invisible.


Copyright ©2004 DSG