The weeping willow’s green curtain beckons souls who want to
hide, yet still be outside. But merengue and the smell of barbeque float from
the other side of the park. The bookworm waits for someone to speak her
language before deciding.
Footfalls keep the beat
while Spanglish sings over the park
coaxing me to join.
Song Choice: Sube las Manos Pa' Arriba by Pitbull
This poem was created for Verse Escape's Friday 55 It is also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry 383.
"The bookworm waits for someone to speak her language" -- so many layers of meaning there! It's the story of my life.
ReplyDeleteWoot! Yes, that's exactly what I was going for.
DeleteThis is just sparkly and straight-up good, Rommy. The picture is like a lively canvas that drags you across a room to look at it. I like the contrast as well, between the cool green and the feeling of peace and seclusion, and the temptation to dance and step out into that side of life as well. Always a pleasure to have you and your way with words at the 55--may your weekend be of the kickass variety.
ReplyDeleteThanks Joy! I was pretty pleased I got the contrasts in under the limit.
DeleteYou will cave in the end. You know you will! However, as a sworn introvert, I understand this dilemma.
ReplyDeleteTrue, but I'll spend a week in a blanket fort and sage myself after so much people-ing.
DeleteWow. So many times I kept my eyes on my book ignoring the siren call of Spanglish. downright good poem. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteI figure we've all been there at some time or another. Some days are made for reading; others for dancing.
DeleteWhen certain sort of blood heats up your veins, music and good will always claim you. Resistance is futile. The speak might as well pack a few books and follow la tambora. There be dancing (and probably dragons).
ReplyDeleteYour ending senryū is delicious.
Why fight the call of music? Besides, sitting in a comfy chair and reading is a lovely way to pamper feet *after* they get tired of dancing. :)
DeleteI think there is a limit to what a book can hold... go with the meringue
ReplyDeleteI think I shall!
DeleteLovely line about the bookworm's own language!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteTo go or not to go? :)
ReplyDeleteWe shall see :D
DeleteI like all of the details you included here. Nicely inviting poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary
DeleteYes, love the sense of presence you've conjured here...
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it :)
DeleteI am such a hermit, I totally relate. I love that willow curtain!
ReplyDeleteLOL, I am very conditional hermit. I do love my solitude, but sometimes the music just pulls me
DeleteLove this!❤️ Especially; "The bookworm waits for someone to speak her language." Beautifully rendered, Rommy❤️
ReplyDeleteI was pleased with that line
DeleteA wonderful piece ... everything that a haibun should be - and more. The haiku and prose are both stunning and dovetail synergistically. You have sketched the scene beautifully and with nuance. I am there.
ReplyDeleteI am delighted that I was able to convey what I wanted to with this piece. :)
DeleteHmmmm........
ReplyDeleteZQ
Pondering does naturally cause the making of such noises.
Deletecool
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteA delightful scene altogether, vividly created.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you enjoyed it
DeleteSo much flavor in this poem, and I especially love the bookworm line.
ReplyDeleteYay! I was tickled when I came up with it :)
DeleteYes, they are comforting sights, sounds and scents, luckily the summer weather in Australia makes it even better.
ReplyDeleteSummer is a good way off for me in the US.
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