The shimmering halo
it cast around your
beautiful head,
was fitting.
We would chat.
Volleys of tumbling words,
batted carefully back and forth
over the cumbersome net
of our politeness.
Occasionally the motion slowed.
We would shift uncomfortably
in our seats, eyes averted.
And you would look outside,
at the faceless passers-by.
Watch them,
strolling from shop to shop.
Arms full of their baggage,
that was always so much
smaller than ours.
A strange silence
would descend over us,
like a great blanket woven
with longing, and all that we
couldn't, shouldn't, say.
Then I would jostle my papers,
move my chair, clutch at straws.
Until, like a great white bird
taking flight in a black sky,
your gaze would return to me.
And the dangerous dance
we were participating in,
would continue. While we
pretended that it really
didn't mean a thing.
Written for The Sunday Whirl.
(Using all of the words.)
19 comments:
I like the feeling you evoke of clutching straws.
Ah yes, those 'dangerous dances' may be enjoyable, yet very dangerous. Nicely wordled!
Oooh I loved it, I could see it all, so well done!
A lovely piece of banter between two!
Beautiful poem. I especially loved the fifth and sixth stanzas. So many universal themes going on: human relationships, longing, the dance of verbal and nonverbal communication, all the things we don't/can't say. Very well done.
Susannah, the dangerous dances aptly put. Well wordled.
Pamela
This is a marvelous description of dangerous flirtations...that can be oh so titillating. Lovely piece. The halo bit is gorgeous.
Oooo! That sure is a dangerous dance! Enjoyed reading and it moved so quickly!! :) You used the words well.
A tango disguising itself as a waltz - dangerous indeed. Great use of the wordle. :)
Susannah- This is beautiful... love the second stanza and the ending. Great wordling!
Ah there's nothing wrong with a waltz or tango. As long you know you might get burn by the heat
reading the story poem it amazed me how fluidly the wordles effortlessly blended into an everyday scene told exquisitely...
I like that "cumbersome net". I get the feeling that there is a great deal of restraint going on here, a lot underneath the surface. You took "chat" to a whole new level.
Richard
A beautiful poem.
The joy of that seemingly harmless yet potentially dangerous flirtatious meetings.
Thanks everyone. x
Another set of wordle words that contained a story just waiting to be told! I love 'em. :-)
Awesome ... spectacular use of the wordle words. I loved everything about this one, it's definitely one of my favorites!
Thanks very much Marianne. :-)
Oh Susannah, so many phrases of perfection...
~ the angelic intro
~tumbling words, volleyed and batted
~silence like a great blanket woven with longing...
~clutching at straws, used in a new and interesting way
~pretending...
Lots of meaning, lots of inference. Terrific write.
Thanks very much Kim, I enjoyed writing this one. :-)
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