I love to observe people and make up stories about them. When we were at this restaurant in Mexico, this couple was sitting at a table in front of me. I could see this woman, her husband or partner’s back was to me. This poem describes what I observed and conjured up. Since I am off my Haiku kick, this will hve to suffice for a while.
she sat alone across from a husband she didn’t know lost in his aging unflinching abstract life. she twiddled her hair yawned bored stifled another twiddled her hair looked out the window into the dark night hiding the tide rolling in on schedule. her mouth moved as she tried to talk but there were no more words to express her loneliness. she caught my eye with a smile of longing for some interest and understanding. i returned her smile with mine and left into the night not wanting to enter her disquietude.
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I love this. How is it that other people’s poetry I often can’t connect to, but I like yours so much? Perhaps because it’s lyrical. You write with great economy, not cramming too much in there, leaving space.
Word press is weird. Don’t know if you got my first comment but, thank you so much Melissa. You are too kind. Hang in there kid, we all love you and I’m rooting for you.
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Thanks Ed 🙂 wordpress is acting weird tonight, yeah! Must be updating.