Monday, 29 April 2013

Double Vision




I suddenly saw him.
His fine angular profile,
Blonde hair just catching the light,
Framed in the doorway.

My breath held, life stopped,

There was only him.

He turned,

Looked.
Breathe out...
Past me.

Confusion.

Good yes, 
No, bad.

He turned again.

He must see me,
This time.
Heads shake in unison,
We are one.

He stares ahead.

I stare, drink of him.
I want to touch,
Him.
To say...

I watch that familiar lollop.

Hands in pockets
Shoulders slumped,
Mirroring the archway.
I used to know all his thoughts.

I laugh.

I do now, this moment.

He turns.

OK, I motion,
Thumbs up, twirl hand.

He turns back

A shrug, a shaking head,
An eye roll,
Probably.

Click,

Done.
I smile.
I think...

I love you.



Linking with dverse poets  http://dversepoets.com/
Meeting the bar, hearth, home and common speech. 


18 comments:

  1. ha. what an interesting interaction...its like a silent movie just a bit...obviously familiar with each other...playful...

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    1. You are right, it is a little "silent movie". Great to hear other perspectives. Thanks Brian

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  2. How we can interact silently amaze me... and the better we know each other the less need to be said.

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  3. That's a really cool picture. And the poem is intriguing ... who is he--a stranger, someone you used to know? I like the mystery! :)

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    1. Loredana, I won't spoil the mystery!

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  4. Clever - I know that feeling. After a break-up there's always feeling, good - bad, still love, still familiar, now apart. Well written - we got both views. Happy Christmas and New Year. I know you're on to new adventures.

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    1. Oh yes Beachanny, definitely onto new adventures. Really looking forward to next year, even next weekend. Off on my travels again. Have a lovely Christmas.

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  5. I enjoyed your poem, Pea! It triggered off lots questions about the context behind your piece and what was going to happen next. Very cleverly done!

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    1. Gabriella, you may or may not find out. Depends how much you read me from now on.

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  6. what a lovely moment in time - I especially liked "lollop" such an expressive word in a poem

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    1. You're right lollop is a fabulous word.

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  7. Sad when they leave us and we still love them...
    Anna :o]

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    1. Anna, they never leave us completely though.

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  8. wow! magical sometimes such interactions. :)

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    1. Akila, thanks. All interactions are magical, somtimes a bit too dark for my liking!

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  9. I remember running into my first love when I was in a cafe with my now husband. Amazing how all those confusing emotions come pouring back in. I guess we're never really over it.

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    1. Awkward! Victoria you are so right.

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