Shovelful

“Is it okay if I leave my shovel on the stoop?”

He fixes his blue eyes on mine, smiling brilliantly;

“You can do anything you want,” he says

Without the faintest hint of suggestion;

Yet, his words beg examination

And examine them though I might

I’m still not any closer to an answer.

 





Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-01-18 at 13:10

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
An open answer indeed. Strange how we examine conversations looking for signs of possibilities.
2016-01-24


Deeps
a beautiful poem...i only know this..nothing good ever gets away.
2016-01-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Why is it that so many things that people say leave us in this situation? This is fun, nicely written poem.
2016-01-19


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Maybe , the smile - is the answer - in the blue eyes - a questan -
A plea
Ken
2016-01-18



What a perfectly vague and loaded answer from blue eyes. Just enough--or in.your own words, a shovelful:-)
2016-01-18



I can only agree with others here, its demure quaintness speaks in a large voice.
2016-01-18


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is rather a huge poem, are we talking about our existential nature, free will, permission, pleasant conversation, or something slightly, or more than slightly, personal?

in the end it becomes a judgment call, and maybe a willingness to take a risk to find out.

anyway, i guess it snowed.
2016-01-18



What a terrific little commentary on the perpetual riddle in even the simplest interactions. I can't figure anybody out. The title "shovelful" is perfect.
2016-01-18