Walked by a Window
… saw myself in that.
Walked by a window, saw myself in that.
Indiana Jones takes a morning stroll.
Arranged to meet my wife, I have her hat.
There's time to fill - the poet's on patrol.
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Over the bridge there is a flower show.
The annual clash of colours has started.
Met a friend on the way, we said: hullo.
Introduced my wife's hat, then we parted.
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Flowers versus people, makes even odds.
Sister Jane says to Alex: “stop running!”
Totally bemused, he stops and nods.
Jane starts, the chase is on ... that's cunning!
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Indiana Jones and the blooming mess,
just what for; well, it's anybody's guess!
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© Tim Grace, 13 August 2010 (Revised: 24 July 2021)
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
Comments (2)
To the reader: Impressions by nature have a lasting effect. The look of myself reflected in a shopfront window was what caught my eye; there at my side was Indiana Jones. Together, as described by the shape of our shared hat, we were on our way to a flower show to solve a blooming mess. For the intrepid visitor, a flower show offers much in the way of spontaneous visual content; none better than the antics of siblings at play ... a colorful display indeed! To the poet: This poem is sketched out of three moments that quickly unravelled into a sequence of novel events. With twenty minutes to spare, I sat at a picnic table sandwiched between two families and began to write. The hat, the friend, the missing person, the children in dispute all assembled into this playful poem. True to the notion of a sketch, a poem like this has to be of the moment; I had to freeze and divorce myself from the action to capture its spontaneity.
Haha, that ending. Good poem!