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I like fuscia
At a pedestrian crossing
a woman smiles at me in my car
as if to ensure herself safe passage.
I motion for her to cross, and smile.
She does a double-take,
gives me another smile,
warmer, more personal
This last one is beautiful: a mini-love story that means the world.
A glimmer of what we hope for...
I wonder what she's like undressed.
Gratified by the first part of your response. As to the last part, are you saying that you're, like, GAY?Quote:
Originally Posted by Umbilical
Just extending the poem that your poem started in my head...
But, yeah :P. I like the purple.
Post some more pedestrian crossing poetry.
hmm. after disappearing for so long i feel like it's been ages since i read any of PrinceM's snapshots.
ienjoyed it, as usual, especially the ending. :) maybe because i keep a fairly straight face while crossing the street?
Umbilical, Amanda, thank you both. Relish the day that lies before you!
A school-girl walks by,
proud head held high.
Have you got any good news for me?
I wonder silently,
thinking of a good friend of mine
in Halifax, in hospital,
gravely ill
I liked this one for the reaction to the unexpected courtesy you extended, and the way you so easily put your thoughts into poetry. It gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling, at the risk of sounding like a cornball. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Cookie! You don't just "sound" like a cornball, you are one, but then we're all cornballs to some degree or other. The relevant question is whether you're a sweet and tenderhearted cornball or just the plain garden-variety sort!Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
Oh, and by the way -- I didn't mean that I felt that courtesy from you, Jer, is unexpected. I meant that the woman hadn't expected it. Yeah I know -- I didn't have to explain, but then again, I wanted my thought to be clear as to my meaning.
I think that I am the cornball with the cheese coating; you know the ones? That you pop in the air and catch with your mouth, ha ha! :lol:
Cornballs of the world -- UNITE! ;)
Keep 'em coming, Jer. :thumbs_up
I perfectly understood that you understood and indeed it seemed to me clear to read that her first, sort of impersonal smile was replaced by one that meant Wow! A smile - for free! - from one stranger to another...Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
**Nods** Indeed
Now, Jer -- can you put into words, the wonderfully blissful feeling one has upon sipping their first delightful cup of coffee of the day? This is something that no one has yet captured...
;)
As I bend down to tie my shoe-lace
next to his table,
I hear a guy speak into his cell-phone:
“Five years from now I don’t want to hear you say
that I didn’t try everything.
Because I tried everything.
I can’t be chasing you all the time.
I want you to call me sometimes...”
I walk away
Isn't that life itself? To be out in it when your own heart is sick.Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
At Java U an elderly couple
labour up from their table
and hobble away.
The skin on his face looks waxed;
hers resembles onion-skin paper
folded and unfolded
over and over again
i love flicking through this album :)
Beautiful, these two individuals became real and I watched them slowly make their way home....Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Michel was out in front
of the café this morning
brushing away damp fallen leaves,
cigarette dangling between his lips,
regular-guy hair-cut,
clean-shaven cheeks and trim,
boyish body
A small, elegantly dressed black woman
hurtles down the street
as if in flight from some transgression
or in pursuit of her destiny
A couple of high-school girls go by,
one of them a perfect miniature
of a Woman, thigh-high leather boots,
stiletto heels, glossy
black hair, make-up
-–and attitude!
Great snapshot, and I loved the ending.Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
The line "a perfect miniature of a Woman" was awesome. :nod:
A suave grey BMW
sort of hiccups
over the corrugated asphalt
of an alleyway,
pokes its nose warily into the street
then slinks its way west on Fairmount
In my fractured French
I rattle away to Karim
and he, with his warm
Lebanese-Algerian face and soft
brown eyes, attends
as faithfully
as if I were his beloved brother
At the poetry reading tonight
I felt a bit more of my life
slip out from under me!
It was all right.
I hadn’t been using it anyway.
Still, it was strange to see it go
Have you ever read something so perfect that you wished to hell you had written it? Well this is how I felt when I read this, Jer. :) I loved this very much. :thumbs_upQuote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
These were the lines that spoke to me ... how quietly and in a mature fashion, one can let go and make peace with an emotion ....Quote:
It was all right.
I hadn’t been using it anyway.
Hope I make sense... :blush:
At the table in front of me,
in loose camouflage pants,
matching baseball cap,
sneakers and a long
battle-ship grey, cable-knit sweater,
folded over at the sleeves,
a guy smokes a Turkish cigarette.
Beside him, a shopping cart
filled with refundable
soda-pop cans
Karim reports
that he showed the snapshot I wrote about him
to his daughter, Amelia, 20.
"Daddy," she exclaimed,
"You’re a good man!"
I look up, surprised
to see my old friend, Gerry T.,
approaching. Pouch-faced with age
but with a smile
as expectant as ever,
he’s visiting from Ireland,
came by expecting to find me here
at my usual hour and we launch immediately
into a 50-year old conversation
as fragrant as freshly-risen bread
Your snapshots are brilliant, this one especially so. This experience of taking up a 50- (in my case it would rather be a 30) year-old conversation is one I can relate to very well. To liken it to the fragrance of freshly-risen bread is a wonderful simile.
The pleasure of writing these is for the most part its own reward but it doesn't hurt - no, it doesn't exactly hurt - to receive appreciation such as yours.Quote:
Originally Posted by windblown
And in reference to your cyber-name, this Irish wish: May the wind be always at your back and the road rise up to meet you!
I liked that line best, too (a 50-year old conversation). it reminds me about one of my best guy friends, whom I only see once a year but whenever we do manage to meet up it's as if we talked to each other every day.
This morning a festival
of warmth. First Robert
(Ro-bear), the dishwasher,
comes by and bestows on me
a smile that is more gum
than teeth, then coming up the alley,
Geeta-of-my-heart waves,
in her other hand
her son, Divender,
just turned five
Today, as the sun falls away,
I get into easy, episodic conversation
with Hashem, a bird-like young man
from Pakistan, with flowing black hair
and a blanket thrown over
his slender shoulders,
and his companion, Katya,
robust, smiling,
like a healthy forest plant
Rounding the corner
I catch sight of a twisted scrap of a man,
swivelling on one crutch,
eyes wild with incomprehension,
beseeching,
his tongue flicking out
rapidly, repeatedly
as if in search for words
What a nice way to end the day, with a cuppa PrinceMyshkin!
Luke, with his large,
good-humoured face and shiny head
without a hair north of his eye-brows,
sits across the table from Julie,
a girl still shrugging the mantle
of womanhood across her slender shoulders,
the two of them in the sixth year
of their second-date conversation
A young woman walks by,
her cheek pressed against her cell-phone
as if it were the chest
of her beloved
Wonderful words that keeps the reader in suspense! Encore! Encore!Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Where are you, Prince? Are you out snapping more pictures? The way you see people makes me want to.....see people. ;)