I haven't posted poetry in a long time, but this one wanted to be shared. I think I'll link to it over at Monday Poetry Train Revisited.
The Pose
The sun was nearly done with the cold sky when
I turned the corner at the graveyard and noticed
the teenager walking on the sidewalk by the road,
wandering somewhat aimlessly, gracefully.
The young man seemed to pose liquidly,
as if both hyper-aware of his body and also unfamiliar with it.
He didn't pose for me, anonymous in my Camry,
and I don't think he noticed Mr. Baseball Cap in the car ahead.
Perhaps it was in response to what he heard through the
ubiquitous white earbuds connected by a tether to his palm.
I saw the elfin curve of his body in my rear view mirror,
still at the corner, on this side of the cemetery's stone wall,
until the road's bend hid him from me.
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WElcome back! THanks for sharing this. A pleasure to read this. So vivid, so touching.
BTW, connect to to One Stop Poetry for One Shot Wednesday. You will find the link on my blog. This needs to be read. MPTR has very few visitors nowadays.
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Thanks, Gautami. I'll do that.
I love to people watch, especially those with ear buds. I wear mine when I go into work each day and there are times when I don't even remember getting from my car to my office, so lost in the music.
One day, I felt someone snap their fingers at me in the elevator. I looked up and this elderly woman (like I'm not...) said, "I am DYING to know what you are listening to, you look so entranced!"
I was listening to 9 Inch Nails rendition of "Closer." So..I didn't bother to ask her if she wanted to share an ear bud and have a listen...
Hi, Maria,
I love it!
I've spent enough cold, gray days wandering through cemeteries that this poem felt more like something I'd experienced than something I had merely read. Your imagery is profound...I find myself wondering why he was there.
Thanks, Carmi. I'm so glad it struck a chord for you.
Beautiful! Glad you are writing again.
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