Yeah, all that. At some point, the temptation of "friday night" breaks as mist, showing it's ephemeral quality and that Sunday in the park becomes Atlas holding up the dome of the universe. Nice contrast here.
We do live different lives in the faces we present to the world. I have the strong feeling that you prefer the world in the second verse, with your young son.
Well written, short, yet managing to express so much in so few words.
I was left with a good vision by the description in the poem. You took me to the description of heels and lip gloss to pleasure conversation. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote
On weekends I go to a bar here in Detroit where all the men dress as women. One, Ms. Angie,
a very large (and tall) blond always sips a cocktail from a martini glass and in a most
laconic tone, tells me of how her feet hurt. Was it not Copernicus, after shaping his model
of the universe, that proclaimed that "time changes space"/? The overriding theme of this
poem, as it ended, is that whatever happens between our bodies (physical) there is an
unwritten rule that governs futures..A rule that you cant be charted or written down.
Simply lovely Beccy... I've been there done that... I don't mean high heels, painted nails and lip gloss, I do mean the other stuff though, honest. Okay, I did go through a navy mascara phase about .... years ago.. Neville
the naivety of youth is appealing, and the implication of irony in "the march of time" is clear. Sophistication does that to us, doesn't it? Your concluding line used to be one to admire. Not so much anymore.
I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..