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Purple Checks
by Richard VinceUnder your jeans and purple
Checks, are you just like me?
Here for the same unclear and
Slightly contradictory reasons?
Looking longingly outside from
Under long eyelashes, your eyes
Betray a desire for something
That isn’t here, much as I
Long for someone far away.
Part of me would love to ask;
Shyness saves me from spoiling
The mystery of the stranger
Sitting a few feet and a few
Million miles away.
Our worlds are asymptotes,
Never quite meeting no matter
How far through time we go.
Long hair, long face, longing…
She is like a million others
I will never quite meet,
Even though we share space
For momentous moments.
Then long strides take her
Away, closer every second to
What she wants; I see her
Smile, once, before our lives
Begin to curve away from
One another once again.
04/30/2009 Posted on 05/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/12/09 at 12:23 AM How many times have I been there! Lucky enough to have met a number of them, like the Belgian nurse at the World's Fair in Beligum. Then there was the woman in the hospital in England. Both back in the 50's. Nice write and you bring back memories also. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/12/09 at 01:25 AM Beautifully, achingly written. This captures, so captures the "momentous moments", yeah, very very well done. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/12/09 at 01:28 AM and a slow read too, for me that is. your poem lends itself to a slow, deliberate read for me, and I love such a poem: becoming a cow and just taking this sweet grass as my cud! |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/12/09 at 12:31 PM oh yes, the thoughts of a stranger...and how we connect, yet never connect -- how in one world we can be so distant and separate, while sharing a bit of space for only moments...you really capture the moment and thoughts within it well here |
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