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.
I like the thought of painting him even though he walked in the other direction.
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Fun to be able to give a stranger life in color.
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I love that quick glance being enough to spark interest…
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Thanks, Dale!
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🙂
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Resonance of experience. Dig owning the interest!
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Thanks, Jordan!
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You’re welcome, PurpleInP!
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There is power in eyes meeting.
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Eyes looking into each other is sheer magnetism.
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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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Thanks, Peter!
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This is so lovely.
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Thanks, Linda!
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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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Better not to know, sometimes. Thanks, Bev!
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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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Thanks, Merrill. It really is not prose.
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Well. . .the prosery prompt is to write prose.
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Our inner stories are full of such encounters. (K)
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It’s nice to invent people’s lives.
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Tantalising stuff!
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Thanks, Misk!
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