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 




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit.

27 comments:

  1. What a wonderful scene... it sounds like he charmed the whole train... I miss something bicycling to work.

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  2. It would seem his face lit up the whole car.

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  3. My 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!

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  4. I love the fine detail in this poem, Grace, such as:

    ‘ 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.

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  5. Grace- I adore these lines: in white jacket and pants
    he 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.

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  6. Exquisite writing, Grace. I have enjoyed this several times.

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    1. I know this is fiction, since your title says a man asks for directions. ;)

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    2. A 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.

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  7. Ah...sweet. I love the ending.

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  8. A beautiful, well-crafted and vivid little cameo, Grace - tellingly rendered, it rings so true...

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  9. This is truly magical a poem, Grace! 💖 You have portrayed the scene with such poetical beauty and flair! *swoooon*😊

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  10. I can see her with this description: "her hands are whirling dandelions
    her face is a lighthouse"

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  11. I 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.

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    1. No, 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.

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  12. Her face is a lighthouse - guiding him to his desired destination. I am left wondering who will get the corsage.

    I always enjoy your entries about your commute. You have a keen eye Grace.

    Hope it isn't too cold up your way..

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    1. It is -8 today, so still very cold. We all bundle up, one way to another. Thanks.

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  13. What stories to be imagined on the subway! People watching and writing a script for them makes the journey enjoyable!

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    1. Yes, it makes my commute time bearable. Thanks.

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  14. I love how you have painted and animated this scene for us Grace, as only a poet can do.

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  15. her hands are whirling dandelions
    her face is a lighthouse <<<<this is all and everything.

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  16. Sure sounds like he was able to make the commute for many fun or at least interesting

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  17. ahhhhh. a wistful and enchanting poem, Grace. felt like a song!

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  18. The subway is the perfect place for such incongruity. You've created a wonderful sense of mystery.

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  19. I live in a rural community. Such an exchange sounds lovely as everyone always seems to know where they are going out here.

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  20. her face is a lighthouse - what a wonderful line, and all of it.

    hi Grace ~

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  21. 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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