Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Man walks by.
From a distance
I see him out my window.
Dark maleness
hunched against some wind,
slightly bent forward,
head down,
grocery bag in hand.

He disappears from view.
His impression,
sticks on the glass.
Looks at me.
Starts a shiver spree.
Yanks at tenderly.
But I'm not ready for that, no,
never was ready for that.....

Hester, you're wording is vivid and as your man walks by, I see him going down a untold number of roads. What an intriguing possibility. I'm really taken...and I think I might watch him wander (maybe not where you saw him going, but thank you).

ayuh.

these two are quite a pair of poems.

bravo.

I suspect that more often than we would like to admit the fantasy is better than the reality......connectivity comes in many forms that all tend to have a bittersweet taste........a really good poem....

Good poem Hester
left me wondering
if I was ever ready