Open Poetry #13 |
The Power Suit |
RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
The Power Suit Middle aged, But in a suit which just that morning Had made it exquisitely clear To a board room packed With junior partners of the group Just how riveting she could be If necessary. But that was then. Now, At the tag end of the day, While contemplating the long commute That lay ahead, She felt the need to luxuriate. Her eyes wandered To the man wedged between two elderly women In the seat that ran longitudinally, Across from her. Polished shoes, they nearly gleamed. Black slacks, But odd the way his briefcase seemed To climb his chest, Then lock itself beneath his chin. Were it not for his distant expression, His obvious desire To make further room For those who were certainly not his companions Would have appeared ludicrous. She wondered, Then glanced down at the hem That, though presently clamping her knees together, Threatened the potential for encouragement. She felt the hum And the familiar vibration As the bus thrummed over cobblestones. Casually she looked around, Concerned lest there be insufficient room To make a comment. She knew from experience Precisely how to overwhelm With understatement. The thought brought to mind her pre-dawn selection Of lingerie. Settling in the man's direction She began By returning a strand of hair To its proper place behind her ear While simultaneously insuring That one nylon crossing the other Moved with the precision Of a finely meshed machine. Done, She longed a stare out of the window, While counting down, "Three, two, one", timing was critical. Convinced his mind held every line She then turned back To a surprise as sudden as the realization Of finding that her day-planner Had dropped from her lap And was being extended, Along with a smile, By a man then being addressed by the driver with "Your stop next, Father O'Brian." RMW [This message has been edited by RMW (edited 05-15-2001).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This made me chuckle. But what wasted efforts. Very cute. Joyce |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
*chuckles* Enjoyed this muchly, Robere! ~Tier |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Oh my, how I loved the laugh. I could just see it happening all the way to the........ "Your stop next, Father Darien." Great work of ART. LOL |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Some great lines here.... "At the tag end of the day,..." "...But odd the way his briefcase seemed To climb his chest, Then lock itself beneath his chin." "She wondered, Then glanced down at the hem That, though presently clamping her knees together, Threatened the potential for encouragement." "She knew from experience Precisely how to overwhelm With understatement." "While simultaneously insuring That one nylon crossing the other Moved with the precision Of a finely meshed machine." "'Three, two, one', timing was critical. Convinced his mind held every line" "Your stop next, Father O'Brian." and I had to smile at the end, because who said his mind was NOT so engaged?... well done! Very well done! |
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GrapesRMine Junior Member
since 2001-05-13
Posts 13 |
Excellent use of truth in humor. I especially appreciated the juxtaposition of the men in the boardroom with the man on the bus, the thinking aloud about whether and how to "market" oneself or connect in professional and personal situations, and the twist at the end. Thank you! |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Hey, I have one of these, it's got a huge "S" on front!!!!!! Kathleen |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Ohhh, you tricked us! Great twist at the end, my friend. A thoroughly enjoyable ride all the way through! Cor |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Joyce and Tier...chuckles are good. Bob inot2B....Thank you. Art? Hmmmm...maybe a snapshot. But thank you. Bob Decaflame...Smiling. You will have to ask Father O'Brian that. Bob Grapes ... You are most welcome. Thank YOU. Bob Irish Rose....Good for you. And I hope that now and then it makes a statement. Bob Cor....And here I thought that I was "treating" you. Thank you. Bob |
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