Hi Prince,
With regard to waiting for a poem, for some reason this one calls to mind a Goon Show, where Spike Milligan's character was challenged, "Why are you hanging around here?" to which he replied, "I'm waiting for a No. 153 submarine."
At least your poem turned up!
With regard to the boy in the rain, This chararacter seems to be everywhere. Are they clones do you think?
As always, a pleasure to read your insightful observations... H
Delighted to have your response because I hesitated to post this Snapshot. Although I've never predetermined what might be a likely subject, most of my previous ones have been, I believe, sunnier or possibly amusing.Originally Posted by Hawkman
An elderly Jew
sits on a slatted bench
outside the “Old Continental
Strictement Kacher,”
his hands apparently
at rest on his knees
A certain woman,
much overweight,
displaying fury
on her mottled red face,
walks her tiny dog
These two snapshots - 15 days apart - seem to bookend each other.
Wry observation, nicely condensed into a few choice words.
H
What a delightfully fun this little snapshot is, Jer! The words roll together beautifully, I can picture you sipping that cigarette.But wouldn't it be nice to have a coffeeshop that would allow the simple pleasure of smoking, drinking coffee, whilst writing such fun things? [as in, in the winter months, which can be quite long where I hang my hat ...]
Dear gawd, I hope that the wee canine doesn't bear the brunt of her fury ... ! I always worry about the animals, but you knew that, eh?Nonetheless, in so few words, you painted that scene in my mind, I saw her. I saw her!
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Darling friend, the cafe were I hang out, like all others in Montreal, bans smoking indoors, so only in clement weather may I sit outside and smoke while I sip my espresso... whether I write a poem or not.What a delightfully fun this little snapshot is, Jer! The words roll together beautifully, I can picture you sipping that cigarette.
You've been away for some time. Welcome back!
A man lopes by
so tall I imagine him
bent in two,
towering over me
I broke off with L. this morning
and then unbroke off with her...
Both were acts of love, kinda,
or one of them was,
but I’m not sure which was which.
A thin young student,
with a face about the size
of a walnut, slips
through the early morning breeze
Last edited by PrinceMyshkin; 06-01-2010 at 11:27 AM.
Smiling at black people
is, for me, a form
of inverse racism.
“I’m white and I’m nice,”
my smile is intended to convey,
“and, in a way, so are you.”
So much thought and intelligence is conveyed in these little snippets - like an overheard conversation that one cannot help eavesdrop on because it's more than idle gossip.
I really like this latest pair.
Talking with someone
who chooses to remain hidden.
I mean,
how many neutral topics are there?
Maya shared her smile with me this afternoon.
She was walking by
and I don’t know what prompted her
but she smiled
and after a few minutes conversation
we were, like,
the easiest of friends
A woman sailed her nose
around the corner of Fairmount & Esplanade,
cleaving the air
ahead of her
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