The Introvert. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The Introvert.

Rating: 5.0


Piles of books on the floor.
Darkened curtains hanging on the rails.
Cups of half-drunken tea to be seen.
Drops of water dripping into the pails.

Unfinished projects on the desk.
A dress on the mannequin to be sown.
A plate of newly baked scones,
lying on the breakfast table.
A dog in his basket, chewing some bones!

This is the life you lead,
away from everything.
You say it gives you peace,
not to be the center of anything.

It is not for you this world
of crowds, drama and noise.
You would rather sit with a book,
Or look at a sunrise.

The quiet life is for you,
so you have learnt.
The less people you
have in your circle,
the less you get burnt.

Also its a question of energy,
you feel the vibes so strong.
You sense everything,
and what they have done so wrong.

Life is simplier this way.
Being an introvert is not so bad.
The peace and quiet outweighs
everything else.
No need to be sad.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20220206
Painting: The Introvert by Cynthia Decker.

The Introvert.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 07 February 2022

Very interesting and highly relatable. An insightful piece of poetry....

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David Wood 06 February 2022

I can really relate so much to this poem. Worth 10 stars if I could.

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Thank you very much David.

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Jayne Davies 06 February 2022

Very well written poem Sandra x Five stars!

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Thank you Jayne.

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