[This week Totally Optional Prompts asked us to send a message. This didn't happen today, but it could have.]
Sign Language
The man in front drones on
as I try to keep the frosting
from the coffee cake off
my shirt and I look
across the conference table.
I catch her eye,
point to my lip
and wiggle my finger a little.
She uses a napkin
to wipe her mouth,
then gives me a small nod
and a smile.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
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oh that's lovely, one of those intimate moments, and lovely to be able to communicate like that with someone
perfect.. if that isn't about a hidden message i do not know what is!!!!!
That's a secret message, in my book...
I love the lightness of this poem! Not all messages have to be serious. Some are just helpful.
You did a great job keeping this simple and to the point.
Simple, but deeper than it first appears.
Great job! How many times I found out too late that a message like that would have saved me!
Juliet, Paisley, and Andy - thanks!
Hi, Linda. Thanks. It's a sign language we all would pick up on, yes?
Thanks, Anthony.
Hello, Sue. Oh, me too!
Found your wonderful site on Poets Who Blog, and love this poem! I like the background business "drone" that you set before the characters connect.
Welcome, Deborah. Thanks so much!
Thank you for making me laugh!
Puts a new - and very practical - slant on lip-reading!
Hello, my backyard. You are quite welcome!
Hi, Stan. Now you have me chuckling.
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