Photobooth

this picturesque moment

can only be captured in the confines of a photobooth

the light flashes

picture takes a blurry mess of faces and smiles

a printer spits out photo squares and we divvy them up

***

phone rings, doorbell sings your arrival

droopy eyes and tired sighs follow me to open the door

i did not sleep again as you can tell

i stayed up late because i knew i had to

make up my mind

about the two of us

***

a new york restaurant dimly lit makes

me crave dessert

i feel myself melting in the candlelight

shared taxi takes

us to your downtown apartment outside the rundown movie theatre

there in the middle of your doorway

i unravel myself in front of you

***

dressing room mirrors and bad lighting

are the least anticipated part of the day

waiting lines and lines of weight keep me closing my eyes

not a weight on the outside

but the inside kind that makes your shoulders droop

and your posture stoop

and your feet drag

because there is a heaviness within you

***

the delicacy of sound is ruined by the

loud concert speakers drumming in my ears

the people screaming fears

of the end of the world

strangers' glances and quiet stares

stop talking, keep dancing

these boys are all entrancing with their glancing

at me in high heels and lace

and it is all corroborated my the look on my face

 

i laugh, i sigh, with his hand upon my thigh

and i think of the cycle of how we meet and greet,

cuddle and mingle

and i tingle with the thought of a photo in my pocket

too big for a locket

and too small to encompass lines of poetry about

photobooths and doorbells ding-ing and dong-ing

with the heart's throbbing at a restaurant, in a taxi

and undressing and addressing the future of a partry and

a boy and a girl dancing:

5,6,7,8 and again

Author's Note

comments, criticisms, ans suggestions all welcome!

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I like the subject matter, and the overall end of the piece. I think that added punctuation and more uniformed lines would make the piece a little more easy to follow. In the beginning and middle the cadence seems a bit off. You have some really great lines such as "the delicacy of sound is ruined..." that fade into the other lines. Some additional rhyme and alliteration may help a little. Overall it was a nice, enjoyabel read.

[writer12]

Great piece!

[Kelley]

Kind of reminded me of a black and white movie where the man picks up his date and rushes her off in a cab for diner and dancing.
I'm starting to like your style of writing Kathryn!

Kelley

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At the risk of sounding like an obsessed fangirl, I wish I could write like you. XD Haha.

This is wonderful. :]