Open Poetry #8 |
the waitress |
laryalee Member
since 2000-06-19
Posts 352Alberta, Canada |
molded smile on compliant lips eyes curtaining off her pain habitual moves, she serves coffee, sandwich, cola, soup mouthing words on practiced threads that pull her through the day like chickens gathered, clucking they ignore the hands that feed them focused solely on gullet-filling pecking, picking judgments clicking feathers furled night tightens ropes of aching loneliness morning carves burden-weary patterns more tenuous every hour how desperately she needs a caring soul to share one gentle moment hold her work-worn hands and say "my dear, don't you know that it's okay to cry...." |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Laryalee, welcome to Passions, and what a way to make an entrance! This was wonderful! So much emotion from simple everyday doings...well done! Sunshine ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ |
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linda munday Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 315Adelaide, Australia |
Good work... You captured the atmosphere well. I love the chicken part. |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Welcome to Passions, Laryalee - Wonderful poem ---full of imagery ~netswan |
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bobbycat Member
since 2000-02-06
Posts 233USA |
Wow! Okay, I have to ask--have you been a waitress before? I have, and you described the job, the motions perfectly! I used to feel this way sometimes, especially during the lunch rush. Wonderful poem! Christina =^..^= |
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Bustem57 Member
since 2000-06-09
Posts 98 |
Being a police officer on the graveyard shift and seeing what waitresses have to put up with from the late night crowd I salute each and every waitress I see!!! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Laryalee~ Welcome to Passion's family. This is a fantastic poem to enter our group with. I so admire the profession of waitressing. I think your poem points how we all need to remember waiters and waitresses with a word of praise along with the tip ! Look forward to more. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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laryalee Member
since 2000-06-19
Posts 352Alberta, Canada |
Thank you all so much - I am overwhelmed by your response...it is especially important to me at this moment - a link to the future, from a present that is so heavy. I must take a short break.... I am submitting 'Missing You', and it explains what has happened. I have printed off your responses so I can visit you when I come back...this place is so VAST! Thank you... LL |
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