Thursday, August 18, 2011
55 - It is not...
the smell of potatoes crisping in hot grease,
lips and teeth passing through a hand-
made hamburger, the same checkered white/red
table clothes, or empty booth reflecting in silver
napkin holder, no it's
diner wall pictures of common men and women
that once ate here, gone, in black & white
that glare your lost appetite.
Tell a story in 55 words, give it a try or just read more, go see g-man. He opens it up at 8 pm tonight.
Today at dVerse, Carys is guest posting for Making the Bar: Critique & Craft where we are writing poems about big topics by focusing on something else, much like a metaphor. Mine is on lost loves and being in those old familiar places.