Sitting there reading a book,
She looks so beautiful,
She's Lost in a fantasy world
I'm lost for words,
The air is cool,
Not cold
But cool enough to justify her oversized jacket,
She bites her nails,
Must be a cliffhanger,
Cars drive by
She doesn't break from the lines
Cars drive by I can't look away
She's lost in a fantasy world
I'm lost in her
This works very well, I love the way it flows nicely with so few words saying so much.
A lovely poem
Mood cleverly captured with spare but telling details. The juxtaposition of 'moving cars' and 'seated reader', repeated, is excellent - and the overlaid idea of 'fantasy' in two forms. I suppose the poem could be interpreted as truly innocent or a bit sinister: reader's experience - reader's choice.
IMO, this work is quite sophisticated, enhanced by its very brevity.
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<Deleted User> (13762)
Sun 22nd Jan 2017 10:20
look up, look up
catch my eye
ah well
never mind