Stolen Moments - I

by ghosts in bloom   Jul 14, 2012


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making change at a jilted telephone booth,
judging eyes grope my tailored clothes
as a stranger's hands count quarters
at the corner of First and Hope
where I find myself ...
mourning harmony,
searching for your siren song
in the menial vibrations of a dial-tone.

(c) Novalyn Grace RR

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part of a series I'm working on.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I loved the feelings in this, the few words of this girl somehow not feeling confident, others searching her, strangers around...when all she wants is possibly to be with someone, not alone. Really beautiful how one can look into this! I love your idea of creating those moments and writing about them, what you witness....that's really inspiring. sometimes the strangers we see we often wonder about, there's so many perceptions out there, different voices they might have...

    Really imaginative, the brevity is what caught my breath, the grace to write it in too. Great job :]

  • 12 years ago

    by nouriguess

    'eyes grope my tailored clothes'

    I don't know where the hell you and Danny get your diction from! I love 'grope', how ...eccentric!

    Didn't totally get the whole scene. I just keep thinking about it. Perhaps just you anxious about calling someone? Erm, I need to sober up first.

    P.S. I love your new avatar.

    • 12 years ago

      by ghosts in bloom

      Mm, yeah that's the gist of it. I'll write a proper explanation of my idea behind this series soon, but essentially: I'm creating a story surrounding moments I witness. Strangers that grab my attention, and what I take from their actions. I might expand into full poems/stories regarding that one glance, but for now I kind of like the idea of keeping it open and unpolished, much like the experience. It's a good little exercise, which I need right now :)

      P.S. thanks lovely!

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