Paddy's Poetry Corner - Isolation

Welcome back to the corner. I have such a wide range of stuff floating around that it is hard to choose a theme. With that in mind, I just reach into the briefcase of poetry and pull one out. Yeap, I got a briefcase full of mad scribblings and I try, try mind you, to keep it all in there. In the digital world, I have a suitcase of stuff on ye olde desktop and on occasion, transfer from paper to electron. Poetry is one of the few things I still write on paper(my hand writing is horrible).

So bring the lights down, turn the spotlight onto the lonely stool and get those fingers snapping, it is time to lay one down for ya.

Isolation

The seated lady,
wearing a chiffon dress
with a beret, jauntily perched
over short amber hair,
imperiously avoids
the large, plain man
searching with flaccid eyes
for something to say.
A woman in black
stares at nothing.

Two ordinary girls
queue at the empty bar,
patiently waiting for service
from an arrogant bartender;
talking aimlessly about possible
conversation with the two men,
who gaze intently into glasses
avoiding any eye contact.
The woman in black
leaves in frustration.

Comments

[vange]

I want to wear a jaunty beret while not talking to a dude!

[Jessica C.]

I love that you keep them in a briefcase, I want to do that! I really like the line searching with flaccid eyes.