Anomie--By David Palmer--United States

Anomie

Alone! In a room full of strangers

Chatting amiably around, not to

Me.  Cloaked with Invisibility,

Stealth Secret Agent Double-oh-seven;

But currently unassigned, mission less,

Meaningless! Really? A non-entity,

Expendable, recyclable, NADA?

Social ghost haunting your periphery.

We are shallow, failing to see the worth

Of the eternal souls who share limelight

In our transient moments on life’s stage.

Each one a Masterpiece before Father God,

Who IS so rapturously enthralled.

To Him, precious sparkling crowning jewels!

David Palmer makes his home in Renton, Washington, just outside Seattle.  As a former minister, and avid reader, he is a lover of poetry and has written 88 sonnets, mostly for the delight of his friends.  He currently works for Bloodworks Northwest in Bellevue, Washington, a blood center supplying whole blood, platelets and plasma for transfusion to patients in hospitals in Alaska, Washington, and Oregon.