Waiting for a friend
sipping tea, sunglasses on
passers-by double and disappear
as reflections in shop windows
everything lit golden
then dimmed behind my lenses
I stir the drink some more
Waiting for a friend
they’re half an hour late now
I barely notice
just watch the people
let my mind wander
the liquid turning in the cup
And it hits me, squarely, there
on the corner by the crossroads
these moments
left to my own devices
find me so contented
thinking, writing, dreaming
drawing, planning, scheming
Have I just mastered the art
of how to be alone
or am I just happy
Maybe…
I’m just truly happy
finally…
[2019]
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Excellent poetic capture and expression of a moment.
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You’ve captured this quite beautifully. It’s gentle and thoughtful. 🌷
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Thank you Ellie, and thanks for following with my blog. Much appreciated. T
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You’re most welcome Tom. You have a strong voice and a beautiful way with your thoughts. 🌷
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People watching and dreaming up their stories is not so easy when everyone’s wearing a face mask and ‘just sitting’ anywhere is likely to get you moved on.
Just sayin’ 😉
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You’re right! I miss those moments. This was written back in the good ol’ days before we were all walking viral machine guns 😦
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Ha ha! ‘Viral machine guns’, there’s another poem in that!
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😋
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Love this 🖤🖤
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And thank you! I can’t wait to get back to those little moments of happy solitude, people watching and dreaming up poems for them all.
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I look forward to it! 👍🖤
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