Mystery Man

Posted on June 9, 2020 by

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Prosery Monday:  Different Directions
(posted by Merrill) – Using a line from a Gwendolyn Brooks poem:

” . . . We go in different directions down the imperturbable street . . .”

As we go in different directions
down the imperturbable
street, I wonder why he catches
my eye. Chances are against
us ever meeting again, but
fantasies have derived
from less. I chuckle as
I walk east. It is a sun-sparkly
Saturday afternoon. Maybe
he is an artist, poet, or
teacher. I paint him 
any way I want to, even though
he walked west.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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23 Responses to Mystery Man

  1. Frank Hubeny says:
    June 9, 2020 at 12:49 am

    I like the thought of painting him even though he walked in the other direction.

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  2. Dale says:
    June 9, 2020 at 12:51 am

    I love that quick glance being enough to spark interest…

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  3. Jordan Hoggard says:
    June 9, 2020 at 7:51 am

    Resonance of experience. Dig owning the interest!

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  4. hazelceej (@CeejHazel) says:
    June 9, 2020 at 9:40 am

    There is power in eyes meeting.

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  5. peterfrankiswrites says:
    June 9, 2020 at 9:51 am

    Yes – the lover in the mind is probably worth two in the hand (or something like that). Witty, funny and sweet.

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  6. Linda Lee Lyberg says:
    June 9, 2020 at 5:00 pm

    This is so lovely.

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  7. Beverly Crawford says:
    June 9, 2020 at 5:22 pm

    I love this! How many times I’ve been captured by someone in passing and built a story about them, never knowing if I came close!

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  8. merrildsmith says:
    June 9, 2020 at 6:14 pm

    I like this, and I often make up stories about strangers I pass–but it seems more a poem to me than prose.

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  9. memadtwo says:
    June 9, 2020 at 6:53 pm

    Our inner stories are full of such encounters. (K)

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  10. Misky says:
    June 10, 2020 at 11:59 am

    Tantalising stuff!

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