"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
Thursday, March 7, 2019
a man asks for directions
he is seated across me
in subway train
in white jacket and pants
he is lost cat
standing out
in sea of black and grey winter outfits
the woman beside him
puts away her phone
gestures animatedly
where to go, what bus to take, etc
her hands are whirling dandelions
her face is a lighthouse
the man leans in,
listening intently, clarifying information
he is pleased with the conversation
so much so
that he bows his head slightly
smiling delightfully
as he slides out of subway doors
elegantly as a swan
his hand is holding a corsage
his face is first day of spring dance
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What a wonderful scene... it sounds like he charmed the whole train... I miss something bicycling to work.
ReplyDeleteIt would seem his face lit up the whole car.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, so sweet; makes me wonder about the rest of the story. Kudos to the woman who put down her phone; a rare event these days!
ReplyDeleteI love the fine detail in this poem, Grace, such as:
ReplyDelete‘ he is lost cat
standing out
in sea of black and grey winter outfits’
and
‘her hands are whirling dandelions
her face is a lighthouse’.
I also love the flash fiction in a poem – a glimpse of life on the subway.
Grace- I adore these lines: in white jacket and pants
ReplyDeletehe is lost cat
standing out
in sea of black and grey winter outfits
I could vividly picture him and thought to myself- this guy is an angel, riding the subway train.
Exquisite writing, Grace. I have enjoyed this several times.
ReplyDeleteI know this is fiction, since your title says a man asks for directions. ;)
DeleteA middle aged man really asked for directions. While I am poetic, I draw from my everyday commute - almost 1 hour a day. At another time, an older man asked me for directions in the subway but I don't live in Toronto so I told him to ask another commuter.
DeleteAh...sweet. I love the ending.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, well-crafted and vivid little cameo, Grace - tellingly rendered, it rings so true...
ReplyDeleteThis is truly magical a poem, Grace! 💖 You have portrayed the scene with such poetical beauty and flair! *swoooon*😊
ReplyDeleteI can see her with this description: "her hands are whirling dandelions
ReplyDeleteher face is a lighthouse"
a great capture of a moment
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh when I read your title... you know men never ask directions. I gather you are imaging winter moving into spring. I have some dandelions blooming in my yard as the spring dance begins.
ReplyDeleteNo, this was a middle aged man asking for directions. People ask for directions in the subway all the time as it can get confusing. Thanks for the comment.
DeleteHer face is a lighthouse - guiding him to his desired destination. I am left wondering who will get the corsage.
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy your entries about your commute. You have a keen eye Grace.
Hope it isn't too cold up your way..
It is -8 today, so still very cold. We all bundle up, one way to another. Thanks.
DeleteWhat stories to be imagined on the subway! People watching and writing a script for them makes the journey enjoyable!
ReplyDeleteYes, it makes my commute time bearable. Thanks.
DeleteI love how you have painted and animated this scene for us Grace, as only a poet can do.
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ReplyDeleteher hands are whirling dandelions
her face is a lighthouse <<<<this is all and everything.
Sure sounds like he was able to make the commute for many fun or at least interesting
ReplyDeleteahhhhh. a wistful and enchanting poem, Grace. felt like a song!
ReplyDeleteThe subway is the perfect place for such incongruity. You've created a wonderful sense of mystery.
ReplyDeleteI live in a rural community. Such an exchange sounds lovely as everyone always seems to know where they are going out here.
ReplyDeleteher face is a lighthouse - what a wonderful line, and all of it.
ReplyDeletehi Grace ~
I can see the scene you paint with each vivid image and metaphor you employ. There is a tranquility here. Lovely, Grace!
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