An unlikely duo

                

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Watching her board bathed in fog at the station,

spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose

Usually a blur, not in this situation,

smudges can’t hide every beauty she shows

 

Lugging a satchel in high heels and cotton,

in her left arm rests a statue that grins

Such an odd sight, this her concrete companion,

never you mind as the journey begins

 

Timidly calling the glass doors to open,

counting his change spread of nickels and dimes

Gasping for breath on a curb painted yellow,

escaping the past, oh those horrible times

 

Filled, every row, ‘cept a seat near the driver,

all eyes affixed as the vinyl bench sighs

Kicking her shoes to abbreviate blisters,

freedom is felt in the footwear goodbyes

 

Nervous he waves from the corner still pacing,

climbing the steps of a Westminster bus

Pulled at his limbs by another intrusion,

faking his mood so she thinks there’s a fuss

 

Taking a seat between cement and flannel,

rolling his eyes that he don’t mean at all

Watching her lips as she inhales discretely,

feeling his library heart start to fall

 

She tugs his ear with her thin ringless fingers,

whispers a secret he hopes comes to share

Hides from the window, the vehicle moving,

nary a glance towards the morning sun’s glare

 

She holds her gnome like her life is depending,

when all she needs fills the seat right next door

Porcelain dust on her clothes has her sneezing,

handkerchief offered he nicked at the store

 

Such is the dream of a bookworm delivered,

finding the chapter, he’d thought long ago

Angels and demons and pretzel tan loafers,

potholes and clues juggled way down below

 

What is this trail winding out to the country,

she gives a smile so much more than the fare

Holding on tight to a vested creation,

seeking adventure of those debonair

 

Here now we find such an unlikely duo,

still in their eyes shines reflections of grace

She has her man and her plan contemplated,

he has his heart in the very same place

 

Exhaust fumes emit in a paisley frost pattern,

corduroy sidewalks bid all a farewell

Searching for love is the now destination,

what will they find, only time it will tell

 

And as a western of popcorn persuasion,

into the sunset, they fade in the glow

What once was billed as a short presentation,

nowhere, “The End” on this page will now show

Author's Note

Based on characters in a novel a friend is writing on another site.
Say hello to Elke (and Lumpkey, her cement garden gnome)
and Henry, the librarian. Both kind of quirky and both on a quest to solve a murder.
I don’t expect you to get this but thought you might enjoy reading.
I also wrote a sequel if anyone is interested. (Which, you’re probably not)

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Your ability to write a story with such a ripe rhyming flow is in credible! Green with envy, me, nevah!
Have read your words twice, slowly. Quite savoured my first thought that here were two entities intent in
finding romance, the other part aware, part not. Second time around, seems this could be a subtle yet welcome hunt.

' Such is the dream of a bookworm delivered,
finding the chapter, he’d thought long ago
Angels and demons and pretzel tan loafers,
potholes and clues juggled way down below

What is this trail winding out to the country,
she gives a smile so much more than the fare
Holding on tight to a vested creation,
seeking adventure of those debonair'

Looking forward to the sequel.. in time. Will let this sink in - yet, not drown.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much my friend. I am thrilled you enjoyed this little adventure of mine and your comment is a gift that makes it all worthwhile. The sequel has been written for some time now, I will feature it soon. Hope you stop back to read.

[emmajoygreen]

Of course I will.

[Soren]

Will you have a great knack for story telling in your poetry. This one flows with ease and keeps the interest, which is not easy to do. The rhyme scheme pulls the reader along tying line after line togeather and pulling us along stanza to stanza to find the next piece. And then at the end you tell us, in this poem, there is no next piece. It feels like a mini series. Very enguaging.

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. Ah, but there is a sequel poem to this one that I posted as well though most did not read it. I an thrilled you read this o e though I can always count on you. Sadly this site leaves a lot to be wanted. I am grateful for you.

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is a beautiful and evocative tribute to the joys of love, and the way that it can transform our lives and fill them with meaning and purpose. I love the way you describe the man watching his lover board the train, and the way that he sees her beauty even through the fog and smudges on his glasses. The way you describe their journey, and the little details of their lives, is particularly poignant, as it captures the way that love can make even the most mundane moments feel special and meaningful. I also love the way you describe the man's nervousness, and the way that he tries to hide his feelings from his lover. The way you describe their connection, and the way that they share secrets and moments of intimacy, is particularly moving, as it captures the way that love can bring us so much joy and happiness. Overall, I think your poem is a beautiful and moving tribute to the power of love, and it made me feel both happy and inspired.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much for this wonderful and in-depth review of my poem. I am thrilled you enjoyed this so much and like your take on its meaning. It was inspired by a friend's in process novel that I have sadly and heartbreakingly lost track of. I enjoyed every chapter as she wrote it and miss reading her words, This and the sequel poem are all I have left. Thank you again so much.

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

You're welcome! I'm glad that I could provide an enjoyable review of your poem. It's always great to be able to share our creative work with others and hear their thoughts and feedback. It's too bad that you lost track of your friend's novel, but it's great that you were able to find inspiration in it and create your own beautiful and heartfelt poem. Keep up the great work and continue to create and share your art with the world! And also if you have time, do check out my poems too and let me know what do you think, if there's any corrections I need to make, im willing to.

[Allen Smuckler]

An amazing write willweb ... very enjoyable for someone like me with an attention span so small... I usually abandon a poem of this length...not because it doesn't have merit, but because I lose interest. Not so with this one...I was as intrigued with the meter and rhyme scheme throughout, as well as the substance, that I looked forward to each new stanza. Your near rhymes were excellent and unforced, though I'm still working on "duo" and "contemplated", but you don't owe me an explanation. Your use of metaphors was intriguing and colorfully descriptive while the imagery was not only vivid but alive. I could see and feel, everything you meant me to...and enjoyed the read immensely. Great syntax.. Good work, willweb.

[willweb]

Thank you so much for that and for finding this one, It is one of my favorites because of the theme and pretty much knowing the characters. I really enjoy creating different worlds with words. So, thanks again. I appreciate it.
And I know I don't owe you ana answer but, the near rhymes were completely unintentional, it is just how I heard it as I wrote so duo and contemplated were not meant to be near rhymes. But thanks once more, I will take that as a compliment.

[John the Baptist]

This is a fairly long poem, so I was impressed by the fidelity to the meter shown throughout it. The story reminds me of something you might see in a black and white movie from the 30's or 40's. Love conquers all, even crowded buses. I wonder if the gentleman realizes he is not the pursuer, but the caught.

[willweb]

Nice catch because that is exactly the case. The story is written in that fashion, the old black and white movies of the 30-40s. I'm glad you liked this. It is one I am very proud of.

[Ken e Bujold]

this was quite interesting will, nice to see you stretching your muscles and stepping outside the comfy confines of your usual fare. I really enjoyed the poem. though around Westminster bus i began to wonder, has my friend been shapeshifted to Auden or Lewis? anyhow bravo

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Ken

[Neville]

.. sometimes things just are, no if's or buts or shades of grey .. when something fits and set in concrete, this is kinda very good by the way .. N :)

[willweb]

Thank you Neville

[Lorry]

Ha! I loved it!
Who would thunk what you wrote in your authors note, but on a rereading, it makes total sense.
Lumpkey??? &? I don't even want an explanation of that name, but this really did flow so effortlessly well and sent me into an almost dreamlike imaginationland. 😊
Superbly captured Wll.

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend

[Re-Pete]

wow. sure sounds like he's got space on the shelf of his "library" for her book. poetry at its finest jumping off the page and grabbing without letting go along with a great flow. wonderful tale you knit for us, outstanding poetry you give us. kudos ... :)

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. The book is so cool, I cannot wait until it is finished.

[lightsong]

You kept me wondering until, "Such is the dream of a bookworm delivered" I smiled and said "that is it" and then the road of your poem took a new ride. I didn't read your note until I finished the poem, such coincidences happen in life, sweet, inspiring, joyous in their mystery... sometimes that's only it, other times coincidence after another come to bond and progress it to a "likely duo" now I see how cleverly You chose your title. send me the sequel. P.S, You are funny by the way.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Lightsong. I am thrilled you stopped by to read and enjoyed this one so much. I will do this, if I decide to post the sequel, I will let you know. Ok?

[lightsong]

Okie, okay, Ok :>