Poem
The waiter gestured
to their table
they sat facing one another
squarely
adversarial
nibbling conversation
before their starters arrived
it pounded thinly on the veil
peripherals dark
unique features blurred
their colours smudged
through an opaque screen
- as grease on paper -
which separated them.
© Darius the Mate 08-02-2022
Written for dVerse’s Quadrille; a poem in 44 words.
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I really like the atmospheric feel to this. The scene is set but the uneasiness grows, blurs and blends into it. Love the comparison of “as grease on paper”.
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I am so accustomed to lengthy poems from you … as adept as you are with hundreds of words .. you do 44 quite well! Cheers.
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Thank you so much, Helen!
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This sounds like it’s on its way to a break-up… or maybe something that never will begin
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Thanks for the comment, Björn.
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“nibbling conversation” wow! Deep writing, Darius.
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Thank you, Punam 🥰
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My pleasure. ❤️
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*appreciative applause*
-David
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Thank you, bud 👏🏽
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nice 👍
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Thank you!
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This poem is so deep and beautiful, Darius. 44 words never seems enough for a poem, but it perfectly captured this message in a proper frame. Thank you!
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Thank you so much for you kind comment, Olivia.
I always find it difficult to condense everything I want to describe into 44 words, though, that’s the art of finding the most powerful word for the job is so satisfying. Once written, it always feels enough – in fact, precisely more!
Yay for the quadrille 🙂 thanks again.
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You’re welcome, and thank ~you~ for the amazing poems you put out 🙂
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