
As soon as you stand outside someone’s place,
whip out your mobile camera and start taking snaps
of something in the street,
jacaranda flowers, for instance, carpeting the verge,
an ibis making love to a TV aerial,
a drunken, tilting fence,
someone starts singing loudly in a bathroom.
conversations break out in the hallway like a rash.
windows open or close,
to let you know they’re onto you
when all you’re doing is trying to compose a poem.
When did people start growing so suspicious of poets?
Like the fence, as well as the poem.
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it flowed calm and easy 🙂 thanks
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It did indeed.
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Great descriptions!
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thanks Worms: written on the run 🙂
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Love this! Especially the last line. It just all seems to be happening in one hectic moment that you captured beautifully.
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yes, that’s how it was: I felt folks were onto me from the word go —
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haha, it almost feels like you were a poet secret agent.
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Lol
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poets are a shady lot))
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hahahah I think you’ve hit on something there, Beth 🙂
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You whipped up a good one, even while in a hurry!
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hahaha; I did, Eden, didn’t I ?
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When they started getting snappy, I suppose. Stellar street imagery, John.
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Lol. yes, I never had to work hard on that imagery: it was all there for the asking — though the ibis one came with some imaginative frolic 🙂
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Can anyone really trust a poet?
Ok, maybe a novice…
…or an apprentice poet, but a good poet?
A post who can see inside your soul?
Knows your secrets? Your desires? Your needs?
I shudder at the very idea.
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don’t worry: this poet is NOT one of those 🙂
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I don’t know, John, you’ve been known to exhibit 20-20 insight. More than once.
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Lol
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Poets see things, and they can take them that bit further than others are comfortable with … The truth is there, inside the words, at the edges, in the spaces between lines. Poets can find these things, and share them with all who are unafraid, or brave enough to read the poem/s.
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thank you, Carolyn; very well said 🙂
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Wonderful observations. Thanks.
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I’m very meticulous in describing how I see things; thanks 🙂
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A poet and a camera are a suspicious pair. Maybe next time, walk around with a feathered hat and a leather bound notebook. People may applaud you. Nice one, John. 🙂
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Lol ; anything to put people’s fears at ease 🙂
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Brilliant. It’s the camera, not the poem, the flashing for the tome!
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hahah taking shots outside people’s homes in the early hours must look a little sus 🙂 I’d be wary of me too 🙂
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🤣 Definitely dodgy!
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Dangerous bunch, those word wizards. I love the drunken fence.
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that fence really looked like it had a night out on the town 🙂
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The flower making love to the aerial gave a sense of film noir to the poem. It made the whole thing seem shady.
Twisted imagery like that gives life and rhythm to the works. Not only does it boost the poem into the stratosphere, but it colors the works in different shades like a painting of verbal intent.
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thanks for the compliment; I like to add some weird imagery to supply a frisson to the reader —
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They are on to you and your wordsmith wizardry of mischief! 😂😂
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I think they are; best keep my head low for a while 🙂
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In answer to your question, ” Right after they visited that huge, overcrowded city”. ✍️💙✍️
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Hahaha!! Reminds me of one time in a writing class when we had an assignment to eavesdrop on a conversation that other people were having and write a scene incorporating the dialogue. I’m sure a lot of innocent bystanders thought we writing classmates were a bunch of creepy stalkers.
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‘creepy stalkers’, I like that 🙂
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