Snapshots

[Sweets America]

Highway 40: Kingston - Montreal: 2

Two crows
stand beak to beak
over a split bag
of blood and guts
on the shoulder of the road.

Hmm, you're in a gory phase of your writing?
I like it, Shoutie, not as much as the other one, but still.

[PrinceMyshkin]

An elderly couple,
done ripening in each other’s direction,
shuffle contrapuntally
along the street.
They sway toward each other, then apart,
toward each other, then apart,
toward each other...

[Sweets America]

An elderly couple,
done ripening in each other’s direction,
shuffle contrapuntally
along the street.
They sway toward each other, then apart,
toward each other, then apart,
toward each other...

Excellent!! I love it, how you can see patterns everywhere, it's like every little thing or gesture is a representation of something more general, that's just great. Damn that's just GREAT!!

[Umbilical]

Highway 40: Kingston - Montreal: 2

Two crows
stand beak to beak
over a split bag
of blood and guts
on the shoulder of the road.

This one's fabulous.
Funny how no matter what, people will manage to make love,
over a desecration of it.

[PrinceMyshkin]

This one's fabulous.
Funny how no matter what, people will manage to make love,
over a desecration of it.

Interesting reading, butter-cup, and as valid as any other since I tried to present what I'd seen as objectively as I could. My own take insofar as I had one is that each was watching out that the other didn't get to pick at the carrion first. More fancifully, I saw them as Hillary and Barack, standing over the corpse of the Democratic Party.

[Umbilical]

The shoulder of the road is when it turns into another arm (of the law)?

"eat crow".

[Pendragon]

An elderly couple,
done ripening in each other’s direction,
shuffle contrapuntally
along the street.
They sway toward each other, then apart,
toward each other, then apart,
toward each other...

Love this one, Jerry! Encore! Encore!

[PrinceMyshkin]

A woman with a face
as mean as a 3-cornered nickel
stands beside her car
aiming her displeasure
at random passers-by

[Pendragon]

"A woman with a face
as mean as a 3-cornered nickel..."

This line makes me glad I didn't see her! Bravo!

[PrinceMyshkin]

A sickly-complexioned woman,
thin, hunched as if to contain
her body’s ache, slowly unwinds
her dog’s leash from a tree
outside the café
and, clutching a cardboard cup of coffee,
slowly, slowly walks away.

[CdnReader]

An elderly couple,
done ripening in each other’s direction,
shuffle contrapuntally
along the street.
They sway toward each other, then apart,
toward each other, then apart,
toward each other...

Ahhh..... the way of life.... I love it, Jer.

[CdnReader]

thin, hunched as if to contain
her body’s ache,

This speaks to me of an entire lifetime of pain. Well said, my friend.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Junkin’ at the supermarket

I go right by the section of fresh fruits
and produce, my cart clattering happily
on the tiled floor, I’m headed
for those gorgeous packages
made of plasticized cardboard,
cellophane, styrofoam
with something inside, like
-–remember those packages
of Cracker-Jack we bought as kids
that contained a free prize inside?

Remember the heady expectation
of fishing through the sticky goop
to find that prize! Oh no, not a-
nother pressed-tin piece of crap!
Oh well, there would surely be something better
next time. (“Next time,” come to think of it,
was the tense they forgot to teach us
in elementary school.)

I manage to collect a cart
full of foodish stuff
and head for the cash
to flirt amiably while I hand over
my hard-earned money.

[Sweets America]

A sickly-complexioned woman,
thin, hunched as if to contain
her body’s ache, slowly unwinds
her dog’s leash from a tree
outside the café
and, clutching a cardboard cup of coffee,
slowly, slowly walks away.

God damnit, Jerry, you are a real genius!!! You have such talent!!! You make me want to cry!

Junkin’ at the supermarket
I go right by the section of fresh fruits
and produce, my cart clattering happily
on the tiled floor, I’m headed
for those gorgeous packages
made of plasticized cardboard,
cellophane, styrofoam
with something inside, like
-–remember those packages
of Cracker-Jack we bought as kids
that contained a free prize inside?

Remember the heady expectation
of fishing through the sticky goop
to find that prize! Oh no, not a-
nother pressed-tin piece of crap!
Oh well, there would surely be something better
next time. (“Next time,” come to think of it,
was the tense they forgot to teach us
in elementary school.)

I manage to collect a cart
full of foodish stuff
and head for the cash
to flirt amiably while I hand over
my hard-earned money.

You are wonderful, this is so great. You really are a poet, for me. Your poems have this Jerry-thing, it's really you, I love it.

[amanda_isabel]

first time to post on this thread, but have been reading, and I love it Uncle Jer !