Invisibles – A Re-Post of my First Published Peom

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At the club
the invisible single mother brings
three glasses of Pinot to the table
where the ladies who lunch
speak of yachts and vacations this summer.

In the powder room the invisible toilet slave
hands towels to the ladies after lunch
while they speak of husbands and deck hands
checking their make-up carefully
dropping quarters in the dish
as if loose change is unclean.

Back home behind the gate
the grass is cut
the children cared for
by invisible imports.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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5 Responses to Invisibles – A Re-Post of my First Published Peom

  1. beetleypete says:

    Another of my favourites, Frank. Always worth re-posting, and very topical too!
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. You’re an inspiration, Frank. I think it must be a combination of creativity and compassion that keeps you young! What age were you when you started writing poetry?

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    • toritto says:

      This was written about 5 or 6 years ago in my late 60s. I was a widower, blogging for a year or two at the time, mostly about history and politics.- keeping myself busy. Learning how to live alone. I had never written anything remotely creative and then this piece. I was sitting in a restaurant alone when I began noticing the “invisibles” – waitresses, bar maids, people like myself. I went home, sat at the computer and out it came. I submitted it to a curated poetry site (no longer on line) and it was “published” – the first thing I ever wrote that was put up on a website not my own.

      Regards from Florida

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  3. toritto says:

    Many thanks for the kind words. Best

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