Alone in a Crowd
among the swaggering masses,
but to understand emptiness,
one must first accept the sly deception
a crowd is a mob with insecurities;
questions you’d rather not answer.
teaches bitter lessons,
learn to appreciate the peace and
power of solitude—
a gift of no rebuttals, no rejection,
no rancor; no repression.
this self-inflicted harmony, this sweet,
noncritical multitude of one.
Message to My Granddaughters
when you feel your wings; hear the wind
telling you to fly?
when all you want to do is cry?
in your dreams to help you reveal the one
that holds the key to your heart?
uncertainty one way or the other—
a first hello makes you catch your breath;
trip and skip a step.
let all that you know, all you’ve become,
decide if his words ring true; if his eyes
light up and sparkle when he looks at you—
always protect you,
take your place when you are in danger;
die for you if need be,
Joseph Roque is a poet whose works have appeared in several literary journals. A collection of his poems, Ashes and Excuses, examines a life journey through triumphs and trials.
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