part of my Scrap Dolly series created
several years ago
CONFESS
I stalked herin the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her basket,
beaming peace like the North Star.
I wanted to ask "What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years, or how to live alone,
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to possess
some knowledge that makes the earth burn and turn on its axis—"
but we don't request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, "I love your hair."
I loved this poem. And your scrap dolly too. Have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteMornin' Darla, What a lovely poem. I can remember when I rode the bus to Seattle to work that occasionally a person would get on and I had to fight the urge to move and sit next to them to find out more about them. Their look, serenity or funky, made me so curious. I never did move, but this poem brings it all back. I always did like your scrap dollies. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteGood morning Darla, Wonderful poem, and can relate to it. Now you would have to text it :((
ReplyDeleteI like you scrap lady very much.
What an enjoyable poem, and quite an inspiration too. Only a few years to go and I will be married 50 years! I need to work on that serenity... The scrap lady is so delightful, and thank you for showing her again.
ReplyDeleteI'm SO glad you are bringing this back, because I always loved your scrap ladies. This one is as charming as I remember. I hope you'll share more with us.
ReplyDeleteLOVE this poem!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd your scrap dolly is charming. :)
That is just the kind of thing we do say in such a situation. I like this poem which is so true to life!
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