Invitation

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.


This poem was created for Verse Escape's Friday 55 It is also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry 383.

36 comments:

  1. "The bookworm waits for someone to speak her language" -- so many layers of meaning there! It's the story of my life.

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    1. Woot! Yes, that's exactly what I was going for.

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  2. This 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.

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    1. Thanks Joy! I was pretty pleased I got the contrasts in under the limit.

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  3. You will cave in the end. You know you will! However, as a sworn introvert, I understand this dilemma.

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    1. True, but I'll spend a week in a blanket fort and sage myself after so much people-ing.

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  4. Wow. So many times I kept my eyes on my book ignoring the siren call of Spanglish. downright good poem. Excellent.

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    1. I figure we've all been there at some time or another. Some days are made for reading; others for dancing.

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  5. When 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).

    Your ending senryƫ is delicious.

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    1. 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. :)

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  6. I think there is a limit to what a book can hold... go with the meringue

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  7. Lovely line about the bookworm's own language!

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  8. I like all of the details you included here. Nicely inviting poem.

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  9. Yes, love the sense of presence you've conjured here...

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  10. I am such a hermit, I totally relate. I love that willow curtain!

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    1. LOL, I am very conditional hermit. I do love my solitude, but sometimes the music just pulls me

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  11. Love this!❤️ Especially; "The bookworm waits for someone to speak her language." Beautifully rendered, Rommy❤️

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  12. A 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.

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    1. I am delighted that I was able to convey what I wanted to with this piece. :)

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    1. Pondering does naturally cause the making of such noises.

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  14. A delightful scene altogether, vividly created.

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  15. So much flavor in this poem, and I especially love the bookworm line.

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    1. Yay! I was tickled when I came up with it :)

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  16. Yes, they are comforting sights, sounds and scents, luckily the summer weather in Australia makes it even better.

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    1. Summer is a good way off for me in the US.

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