Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Inexplicable

Inexplicably,

As I sit at this bus stop

A stranger approaches

And the air

becomes sand in

timeless alchemy.



In the meeting of eyes

Smiles are shared

Lips whisper kisses

while

Bodies meld together

Souls connect, fuse,

Become Us, instead of I.

The "what-if"

Walks by, heading for another stop.

I blinked.





*Yes, it's time for some mediocre poetry, but this is what popped in my head along with my migraine.  This probably would sound like the best poem ever if you've been drinking.  It's five o'clock somewhere, right? Enjoy!




The Prompt is Alchemy: 



And also:



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16 comments:

  1. I think we all have these what if moments in our lifetime. Anonymous daydreams.

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    1. I am a sucker for a good looking smile!

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  2. Sorry for your migraine - but look what transpired :-) Hope you are felling better.

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  3. Great poem - and such a familiar moment, a blink of the mind and another world moves in and takes root. Sometimes for years.

    Thanks for this.

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  4. I loved this! We all have those what if moments...the ones that would change the course of our lives, if only...

    Sorry to hear about your migraine too. I know from experience that they are not fun!

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  5. Beautifully captured "blink" of a thought.

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  6. Oooh, I like it. I have a song I wrote (yes, another one...yikes) that has a simlar theme. By the way, the Blogher pop up ad for me on your blog just now was "how to be sexier when you cook"....wait I have to feed people AND be sexy when I do it?!?!?! Feel better friend!

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    1. Well. I have to feel better, just so I can cook something and look sexy!

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  7. I like it a lot, completely sober. With a drink I'd climb on the roof and recite it to the first stranger who walked by. Cheers! :)

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  8. It's always fun to imagine how chance meetings could turn out. Awesome interpretation of the prompt!

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  9. Ohhh- what a moment. Sounds like a fun bus stop fantasy :)

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  10. I never feel qualified to comment on poetry because I don't really understand it, but I can say that I really like this and especially this line:

    And the air

    becomes sand in

    timeless alchemy.

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  11. Not mediocre! The last line is kind of haunting, like we miss so much. We blink.

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  12. Love the air becoming sand.

    Remembering a train ride back from getting my eye taped up, small kid climbing all over me, and catching the eye (my good one) of a drop-dead gorgeous, younger guy sitting across from us. He smiled. *sigh* God he was cute.

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  13. This is beautifully written. The "what-if" walking by was my favourite part of the poem.

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  14. The what if walks by.

    If I had a penny for every time my fanciful young self spun out a fantasy like this about a stranger on a train...

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