A Questionable Appearance
What is it about fame
the never ending need to be heard
or seen
to be examined under a thick lens
I envy the humble
for they make little sound
they have no requisite for a salute
or even a slight compliment
as for myself
I feel as though my life is being reported
the angels in Heaven are taking heed to my every breath
they direct my tale of woe to the Creator
my deceased ancestors are gazing down at me
my life is a fascinating performance in their eyes
they converse with the celestial beings regarding my destiny
they stare in excitement and anticipation of my upcoming decisions
as to the strangers who walk beside me everyday
i am simply a brush of the shoulder
an equal
unfamiliar flesh and blood
I have the best of both worlds
in the literal sense
for on Earth I can be inconspicuous
while somewhere in His kingdom
I am in fact famous
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
zongrik
December 10, 2011 at 11:29 pm
you sure make the angels seem like a bunch of tattle tales! 🙂
chanzibrenner
December 11, 2011 at 12:01 am
haha
Christine
December 10, 2011 at 11:43 pm
in heaven we will all be equals and larger than life, enjoyed this
chanzibrenner
December 11, 2011 at 12:01 am
thanx!
brian miller
December 11, 2011 at 1:33 am
that is where true fame lies you know…there will be nothing here you take with you…even the acclaim…
chanzibrenner
December 11, 2011 at 10:35 am
brian-how is your son?
chanzibrenner
December 11, 2011 at 1:54 am
true that…
claudia
December 11, 2011 at 10:19 am
your line about the humble struck me most here… i’ve found that the most talented and smart people seem to be the most humble – maybe because they know how fragile life on this earth really is
chanzibrenner
December 11, 2011 at 10:30 am
i always pick that up from truly smart people…
Natalie
December 11, 2011 at 7:30 pm
great ending line.
🙂
Victoria C. Slotto
December 11, 2011 at 7:55 pm
I like the contrast between humble and famous/earth and heaven. The part about the deceased ancestors made me smile. Sometimes I wonder how involved are they? Do they hear what I have to say about them?
Jingle Poetry at The Gooseberry Garden
December 20, 2011 at 7:22 am
Greetings:
Hope all is well.
Come join our poetry picnic today,
Random poems are welcome in case you don’t have a theme fitting one.
First time participants can submit 1 to 3 random poems,
Best wishes.
Happy Holidays.
Looking forward to seeing you share.
xoxox