Bored Fate

observed a couple of woman who I knew siting at a table across a room - this followed

            Sitting -two fates robbed of our acknowledgemet

            Beside a table of an empty usage

            Alone without fear of a single eye

            A couple balanced by a mutual isolation

            Awe is melted for this huddled pair

            Ennui hunch, ennui lost and ennui vacant

            Their tasked redundant from our present talk

            No intervervention nor words of any correction 

            Hair dyed to conceal times passed frailty

            Hair touched and pulled with repeated neurosis

            They stare through the empty door of loneliness

            Eyes with the blank cliche of unresponsiveness

            Sat not noticed nor given a part

            In a role before they assign our fate

            Drink their coffee drink their tea - waiting

            By themselves sidelined these women by themselves

           

Reviews

[Karen]

Great poem! I love the way you are so poetic about something so mundane. I particularly love the way you manipulate words to express your observations and feelings. Awesome poem!