Lovely to Meet You

Okay chaps, I am actually posting my work now which is rather unfortunate for you because my poetry is rubbish. ^_^ All well. Sorry I can’t post my prose for aforementioned reasons.

Here is a poem I wrote today that is called Lovely to Meet You, although it could alternatively be titled “Why Laura Should Put Down the Poet’s Pen and Stick with Prose.”

Lovely to Meet You

You see her. Don’t pretend you don’t because

even she knows you can see her.

It’s something about the way your gaze

lingers in the nothing

drifting in the air near her or the way you lean unnaturally away from her as

if you too can be as easily swayed by the

wind as the leaves are.

And you might say something to her about

how the book resting between her long,

thin fingers is the same one she was reading yesterday,

but you don’t.

And you might ask her if she has any plans

(for the weekend) and if she’s been to the cinema to

see that new movie with Tom Cruise,

but you don’t.

And your friends, they always gossip about her

in rustling whispers behind their hands

about how she’s always alone with that damn book or

about how she listens when they sit on the

grassy lawn near her and it’s so

creepy, isn’t it? It’s creepy!

And she’s never with anyone and she

never speaks to anyone and

even though it might be true

You don’t believe them when they talk about her,

do you?

……………………………………………………..

Fin. Yes, yes, that was rubbish and I need to write another poem tonight. So I must jet.

I’ll post again later.

Cheers-

Laura

PS: Picture link of lavender; here.