Snapshots

The sun blazed down today
intolerant of despair.
Therapists all over town
shuttered their windows
and went home early.

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Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin

At the hotel restaurant
in Paris
at the table next to me
a couple who've been married
since just before the invention of pain.

He looks past her shoulder
into the middle distance
as if he might find a thought there
somewhere, she
looks down, to the left of him, wondering
where the years have gone.

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Oh, I love it! It reminds me of a play I wrote. Read mine please. :)
And I love the username:)

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Originally Posted by kelby_lake

Oh, I love it! It reminds me of a play I wrote. Read mine please. :)
And I love the username:)

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I've gone and read the very, very little bit of it you posted and left a comment. Should I assume you know where I got my username?

Rolling to a stop
corner Park & Mt. Royal
I caught sight of the woman who cuts my hair.
I wound down the car window,
called out: "Hey, Zussanah,"
and got a big smile in return.

you should :) i'm epileptic as well as myshkin so i really identified with him :)

thanks for reading mine :)

A woman was walking her smile
this afternoon on Fairmount Street,
a sort of hoppy-skippy dog
pad-pad-padding along beside her
but her smile was unleashed.

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Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin

A woman was walking her smile
this afternoon on Fairmount Street,
a sort of hoppy-skippy dog
pad-pad-padding along beside her
but her smile was unleashed.

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This is precious. These remind me of Robert Bly's Morning Poems, but yours are usually cityscapes.

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Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin

A woman was walking her smile
this afternoon on Fairmount Street,
a sort of hoppy-skippy dog
pad-pad-padding along beside her
but her smile was unleashed.

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Yeeeeaaaaah, that's a sweet one, Jer! :)

For these 30 minutes, life,
I am deeply in your debt:
this rickety faux-marble table
on Van Horne outside of Le Paltoquet,
my dark, rich espresso allongé,
the flavour of which practically bites,
my croissant oozing butter,
my cigarette, the three guys
speaking Arabic at the next table,
the breeze sweeping east to west,
and Soulain with, as I told her,
the smile of an angel.

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If you don’t fall in love
for at least a few minutes every day
then someone on your path
went unappreciated.

i have had that exact moment in paris, but never could have articulated it the way that you did. there is something so powerful about a poem that can get across such a strong message in so few words. it reminds me of nouveau roman in the sense that there is more said in what isn't said. well done!

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Originally Posted by caelycate

i have had that exact moment in paris, but never could have articulated it the way that you did. there is something so powerful about a poem that can get across such a strong message in so few words. it reminds me of nouveau roman in the sense that there is more said in what isn't said. well done!

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Many thanks Caelycate. Paris - San Francisco! You sure don't mess around with the dull or ugly places! My favourite sight-seeing in Paris is just to stand on any street and look up at the slate black tiled roofs or have a cafe filtre and a petit pain at an outdoor cafe.

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Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin

At the hotel restaurant
in Paris
at the table next to me
a couple who've been married
since just before the invention of pain.

He looks past her shoulder
into the middle distance
as if he might find a thought there
somewhere, she
looks down, to the left of him, wondering
where the years have gone.

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This exactly happens and marriages fail and how they can not be in sync with
reality.

Montreal, that lusty city,
renews its virginity each spring
and cries out
from every uncovered street:
Take me! Oh, Take me!
I'm as ready
as I've ever been.

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Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin

If you don’t fall in love
for at least a few minutes every day
then someone on your path
went unappreciated.

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:lol: that's a unique perspective and i like it.

In the warmth of the sun
I watch a dainty smoker go by
as he brings the end of his cigarette
to his lips as if it were the fingertips
of his virginal young lover.