Snapshots

[Umbilical]

write about about nipples, seriously.


keep up the good work Hope you're well

[qimissung]

Here at Loblaw’s
there is no agora
but the faux-tiled floor
of the fast-food area

where descendants of Plato
and Plotinus gather
to chew the fat in rapid, demotic Greek.

The stuff that they and I eat
bears some sort of resemblance
to actual food, about as much,
I guess, as their small talk does
to The Republic

Wonderful! These are brilliantly observed. I think I might be inspired to write some myself.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wonderful! These are brilliantly observed. I think I might be inspired to write some myself.

I'll see you then
at some table next to mine
in this great cafe
called Le Monde!

[motherhubbard]

Jerry, I haven't been in the poem section for some time, but I had a moment today to look. I think this is my favorite thread. You brought a big smile to my face that will last all day.

These moments here were stolen from duty
But were well spent viewing
The walk in front of my friend’s house,
The table across in his café,
And unknown lovers passing …
I am an unrepentant thief.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Jerry, I haven't been in the poem section for some time, but I had a moment today to look. I think this is my favorite thread. You brought a big smile to my face that will last all day.

These moments here were stolen from duty
But were well spent viewing
The walk in front of my friend’s house,
The table across in his café,
And unknown lovers passing …
I am an unrepentant thief.

May I say to you, dear friend
(but how're you going to stop me?),
that love comes to us in many colours!
And yours - given your married state,
let's call it friendship
- is sort of a deep, deep fuschia!

[motherhubbard]

I like fuscia

[PrinceMyshkin]

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

[Umbilical]

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.

[PrinceMyshkin]

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?

[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.

[amanda_isabel]

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?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Umbilical, Amanda, thank you both. Relish the day that lies before you!

[PrinceMyshkin]

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

[kiz_paws]

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

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.

[PrinceMyshkin]

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.

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!