Sunday, May 18, 2014

Kensington



There were paving stones,
a menu in a glass case,
steps descending.

You were with her,
smoking among checkered tables,
trembling candles.  Wine.

Our eyes met over shoulders,
forkfuls of spaghetti. 
Her back to me, his to you.

It didn't matter what you were saying.
Your occasional smile spoke
between gestures.

I wondered:  which flat
you would return to; if you had a cat;
what album you would choose.

Had I known it was you
I would have stopped for a kiss
on the way out.



tk/ May 2014


R.A.D. Stainforth...if he only had a cat... *giggle* 




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*painting by Edward Hopper, 1922


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24 comments:

  1. Other MarySun May 18, 10:37:00 AM

    I absolutely adore this. You have said, left unsaid and implied in perfect proportion.

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  2. Kathe W.Sun May 18, 11:41:00 AM

    superb words to accompany this elegant painting

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  3. humbirdSun May 18, 11:45:00 AM

    Love the trick in third stanza ...'forkfuls of spaghetti. '...and elegant ending with kiss...maybe.

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  4. Midnight scribblesSun May 18, 02:24:00 PM

    Absolute delight to read Tess!

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  5. Tom StephensonSun May 18, 02:31:00 PM

    Current Moon.

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  6. brudbergSun May 18, 03:32:00 PM

    Such strong words.. I could see the tension in those eyes of the painting directly into your words.

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  7. AnonymousSun May 18, 03:42:00 PM

    Written with such seeming ease the words just flow. Love it!

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  8. relSun May 18, 05:23:00 PM

    "Our eyes met over shoulders,"
    No I-phone to cause a missed look.
    But still no kiss.

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  9. CharleenSun May 18, 06:12:00 PM

    What a shame they didn't have access to Craigslist's Missed Connections.

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  10. Maude LynnSun May 18, 07:20:00 PM

    I love the mood of this.

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  11. TruedessaSun May 18, 07:26:00 PM

    I love the angle you took on this..its all in perspective..

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  12. kaykualaSun May 18, 08:28:00 PM

    There are a lot of things left unsaid which seem to have an adverse effect on a relationship. Great write Tess!

    Hank

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  13. KatherineSun May 18, 11:44:00 PM

    Ah...Listening with ones eyes!! The experts say that over 80% of communication is nonverbal...a lot can be said with the eyes. Wonderful!

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  14. Ridx Mon May 19, 06:33:00 AM

    Wow. This is beautiful. (:

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  15. Cait O'ConnorMon May 19, 11:38:00 AM

    I love the story element, the trembling candles, all of it. Lovely.

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  16. Stacy M.S.Mon May 19, 05:27:00 PM

    ohh, i love this one, tess! another wonderfully weaved story into a poem...always enjoy yours!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  17. HelenaMon May 19, 06:05:00 PM

    Tess this is pure love-genius! What a picture your words paint, too!

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  18. AnonymousMon May 19, 10:35:00 PM

    Your poem reads like a movie scene. I can feel the electricity between the characters you painted here.

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  19. AnonymousMon May 19, 11:05:00 PM

    I love the pacing of this poem, Tess.

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  20. Arathi HariharTue May 20, 01:24:00 AM

    Beautiful poem..liked the ending..:)

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  21. Silent Otto Tue May 20, 04:20:00 AM

    A chance encounter of the first kind, Babooshka ....

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  22. AnonymousWed May 21, 06:30:00 AM

    Consistent, 'quality' poetry, Tess.

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  23. Belva Rae StaplesWed May 21, 12:20:00 PM

    Lovely and elegant piece!

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  24. RhissannaSun May 25, 01:36:00 AM

    Oh, lovely moment, full of potential and then gone! Of course he has a cat, right? That's implied.

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)

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