On coffee shops No. 1

On coffee shops No. 1

A Poem by Michael Oliver

The head turns - the space burrowed

Black eyes wedged in the eye corner

Across the bridge of annoyed connection

The critical look of intrusion met

 

A white blouse -a cream bag

A tied headscarf - an aura of self

The assumption skims  - but locked away

Against the duck egg blue wall

 

The latte stirred with closed clinks

Above the froth - the jaw moves

A habit  -food - past events chewed

Her privacy is her own battle

© 2016 Michael Oliver


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i agree with jacob - a reserved person longing for some solitude - and the stranger's speculating glance intrudes on the woman's privacy, even if the glance didn't mean anything but ordinary body movement - i could be like this woman

steph

Posted 8 Years Ago


this is such an interesting scene you paint...i see her sitting in the corner just wanting to drink her coffee and be left alone---but someone glances her way, and she feels that intrusion unjustified...her jaw hardens, then moves to chew past events, the ones that have made her a corner, private kind of person.

you got me there...like i was sitting across from her.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Michael Oliver

8 Years Ago

Thanks Joseph - you got it right . After wandering off I decided to have a respite back to my Joycea.. read more
A nice read I enjoyed this little poem very much well done

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Michael Oliver
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I like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..

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