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By petetheverse
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23 January 2008 |
Observing those around you - a great source of material
THE CORNER TABLE
Loneliness
Was a cape around her shoulders,
Tangible, yet delicate as mist.
Her companion,
Verbose and blustering,
Gibbered with inanity and trivia.
Idly,
With disinterest,
She prodded at her meal,
His words
Mosquitoes around her head,
Inconsequential irritants.
The waiter,
Deferential, enquired about her food;
Her reply a nod and whisper, a solemn smile.
Marriage,
That ritual blunder in the dark,
Had enmeshed yet another independent spirit.
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Written by DressedInPoetry (23 comments posted) 23rd January 2008 | | Oh, I like it! The first stanza is my favorite, I think, because I love the comparison there. Your vocabulary is perfect for the poem, and I love how you got this from people-watching. It is rather fascinating, isn't it? |
Written by petetheverse (164 comments posted) 23rd January 2008 | Hello,
Well, thank you!
The phrase that rather tickles me, though, is "Marriage, That ritual blunder in the dark".
But then I'm a habitual divorcee!
PTV
DressedInPoetry?
What are you UNdressed in?
But, seriously, I love the phrase.
PTV
| HI Pete
Written by jean.day (2361 comments posted) 24th January 2008 | I think this is a very telling poem - rather bitter. It's sad too, in that the marriage is obviously doomed, and they are just waiting for it all to be over.
I enjoyed reading it. |
Written by stevetroster (1599 comments posted) 24th January 2008 | Oh, I like it, too.
And I do love a good blunder in the dark, usually just after I've pulled the sheets over the wife's head.
All the best,
Steve.
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