Karyn Indursky

Like my poem

strip away my title

with my essence exposing

my perceptive to you

through my eyes

shifting to my fundling tongue

Stumbling out diction

while my face is a blur

and all you remember

is how I made you feel

or impacted your life

whether it's a sweet flower

or a bittersweet candy treat

quenching your hunger

for raw, honest emotions

running through your textured

hair like a brush of imagery

making you question your association

with me and when whether you

recollect my name or only 

how I've touched you 

it matters not 

for I am tag-less, nameless, 

but my existence is imperative

like a gift wrapped in crushed velvet

for you to gingerly open

to slowly, gently, tenderly surpass

your expectations to truly know me,

not merely see me or make assumptions

and when you least expect it

your ears, arms, eyes, hands, hugs

will churn your senses to find

what my name is, what it means to you,

and I will no longer be a nobody to you.


Inspired by my Nanny, who passed many years ago, but would forever tell me this poem. 


"I'm Nobody! Who are You?"

by Emily Dickinson


"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!"

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