Sunday, January 08, 2012

inside, outside


I splash water
on my face
....brown eyes
tiptoe past
peaceful rooms
with small beds
..and long lashes
to the kitchen my morning coffee
across the table
from.....her place
and..I just want to write
a poem to that space
..and to the coffee
and the lashes

..that's usually
when I notice (him)
out the window (his) car
just watching
with the saddest
brown eyes
I have ever



Blogger Pragmatician said...

Very mysterious, this left me thinking and reading the text over...

January 12, 2012 10:43 AM  
Anonymous DavidOnTheLake said...

Poetry is about a vibe and a feeling..not always about learning every word and what it means.
Although this one has a very specific meaning behind it.

January 12, 2012 11:29 AM  
Anonymous eve said...

why the sad eyes?

January 13, 2012 9:39 AM  
Anonymous DavidOnTheLake said...

Because..this could have been his...

January 13, 2012 11:19 AM  
Anonymous eve said...

wasn't it the same guy? i thought it was a metaphor

January 13, 2012 11:58 AM  
Anonymous DavidOnTheLake said...

It IS the same guy.

January 13, 2012 12:08 PM  
Anonymous eve said...

Hm..I think I missed it. Must be the fog.

January 13, 2012 3:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Attempting to understand the specific meaning behind this. Is it about a man living his life feeling as though he's an outsider and wishing to be part of it?

January 26, 2012 6:31 AM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

It's about a man who is feeling grateful because he could very easily be the man in the car...

January 26, 2012 10:09 AM  

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