Just what is the question
concerning the jiggling of aromas?
Popcorn popping through her senses
at an ancient theatre, but then,
he reaches over the stall
in the restroom that smells
of urine.
He follows her this grey night,
and knows not the path he chooses
is vain, yet void of self-esteem,
always searching and confirming,
twisted minds converging,
and he runs, still desperate.
If it were merely a rifle shot,
or the fall of a young woman
from a white chair, into the hands
of white roses, I would go away.
But, the popcorn is still popping
through her senses.
Author's note:
Published by Ping Pong Poetry Journal 2012
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Pamela Williams
“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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A hauntingly vivid spiral of senses, obsession, and desperation. 🌒💭
Well this is outstanding.
Wow. The contrast in emotions here is amazing, and I swear I can smell the popcorn. Excellent work.
I agree with DK, quite the juxtaposition there, Pamela. Comfort and discomfort.
oh woah this was quite a sensory journey! A blend of beautiful and jarring! Well done!
Congratulations on top story!!🎉🎉🎉
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Outstanding poem! Congratulations on the publication as well!!
I am a person who is starting to appreciate poetry due to works like this. the flow of each line is so smooth and exact. 'But, the popcorn is still popping through her senses.'
Life is not always joyful and it's our responsibility to face with hope unbalanced chaos sometimes. Very well-written poem and I enjoyed the diversity of emotions I felt.🌸
Wow, such vivid imagery! 🌫️🍿 The contrast between the senses and emotions is striking—haunting yet beautifully captivating. Really pulls you in! ✨
Dear Pamela - I'm so glad that I've just discovered your lovely work; *I've subscribed with pleasure. I'm guessing you are in the UK? You have so many Reach~Backs to "2012." Please direct me to your scroll with a few of your favorites; we all have them. Not a lot of 'original' storytellers of late and yours are appreciated. I'm glad you liked my 'In the Navy.' My favorite topic is, of course, me! If you have a moment please see my Sketch/Story 'Marital~Bliss' - you may get a giggle out of it. btw; Is it the Popcorn that creates the 'Aroma' or Butta'? j.in.l.a. Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -
This one kept me riveted excellent job
Well done on Top Story!
Wow what a fun journey and experience of the senses
Fabulous and loved the closing!!!❤️❤️💕
Oooo, those last two lines were especially my favourite! Congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congratulations on your top story
This poem is so intriguing and mysteriously well done. Congratulations on the Top Story!
Congrats on TS, well deserved.
Very mysterious, I get the impression that there are things I am not suppose to know, or maybe things you the author is not in knowledge of. Maybe a piece that is not meant to be pulled apart but left there just to breathe and appear. Very well done.
Oh my word! This is so complex and soooo well done. The story that you have alluded to here is incredibly moving. The way poetry gives us an all-seeing eye, almost, to be able to stab our readers in the heart with such private information, ie, the popcorn popping. And then you linked it to the sound of a rifle. And the butter to urine. Wow! I love everything about this, Pamela!