at the park


a man comes toward me

as if he knows me

but no   he stops only to look over my shoulder


at my sketchbook   he is curious   

we begin a conversation   

he looks at my drawings   tells me of his own drawings  


his paintings   his wife and children   his grandchildren

soon enough

i wish to be a part of his life   wish


that he would invite me to his home

meet his family  

partake in the warmth   laugh  


as his eyes tells me he laughs   but no   he smiles once more  

and continues on his way


Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-29 at 00:59

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Kathy Lockhart
I know I've read something extraordinary when my heart hurts. This made my heart hurt. Empathy can be a painful pocket full of memories gashed opened and bleeding out. So much longing, hopefulness, and a glimmer of validation swept up and washed away in a moment's time. We need people to need us and want us.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh the hope of possibilities. We always get ahead of ourselves with people. I would love to see the sketch :)

What were you sketching? A lovely moment of what is and an imagined may be.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done.

that's pondering

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm reading a novel called Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts. Reminded me of a chapter where the narrator goes to a village, and later reflects back on his life. Your poem is a beautiful read, nonetheless.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Brave, OTP.
chance meetings unplanned
brings unknowns into our lifes
strngers, become good freinds
though the meet up, last's briefly
that that was remains, with us

Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Strangers on the cusp of friendship - what a beautifully observed moment, drawn by your humanity.

A shared moment almost as good as the visit, maybe even better seen through the man telling it. I enjoy your slices of life. :)