the
punch had too much sugar
but
I sipped it anyway
standing
by the table
I watch classmates
dance with
synchronized feet and stiff arms
as
always, I’m the odd one out
I
take in the spectacle as my mind
drifts
to faraway daydreams
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #160:Poems that Pack a Punch
Great details in this, I tended to observe a lot too, I think it's a writer's personality!
ReplyDeleteMust be. Thanks for reading. :)
DeleteYou capture the awkwardness well here, Miss Arcadia.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteMe odd out, too: never even went to the dance...
ReplyDeleteFine work, M. Thanks
Maybe it's a writer thing to be the odd one out. haha. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteNice one Arcadia.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💛love
Thank you Gillena.
DeleteYour quadrille aroused some emotions in me, Maria. Although I didn’t go to many dances – I can’t cope with crowds – I was always the odd one out, watching from the sidelines. You would also find me in a corner knitting!
ReplyDeleteHaha. Thanks for reading Kim.
DeleteThere are wallflowers to decorate every dance it seems.
ReplyDeleteYes it seems so. Thanks for reading.
DeleteI have been this wallflower. Actually probably still am, at larger social situations. Well spilled.
ReplyDeleteThanks De.
DeleteThis resonates. The watcher, not the watched.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Marion.
DeleteGreat observations - I love the synchronised feet and stiff arms’
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteYou can picture the awkwardness of the dancers.
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