She walks down the street
every evening at 5 sharp
I stood at different spots, rather posed
But her foxy eyes never acknowledged me
That drove me mad, so mad
One day, I blocked her way
and said “Why don’t ya look at me?”
She frowned “silly bear”
And walked away…
Later that night
A girl in 4th grade
Called me – silly bear
She asked me to open the cap of her pen
I broke the pen into two and gave it back
83 thoughts on “tête-à-tête”
Interesting take on that. You have interesting vision.
tit for tat.
In fact they have a lasting vision. I found a poetic term for tit for tat – cross ventilation. What say?
Yes cross ventilation works just fine as well. Or a revolving door of emotional constructs.
Wow. I like it 😀
my torn pictures on the street
was the gossip in the bar tonight
seems my lover is no more madly in love 😀
… and got ink all over your hands? 🙂
The reason this poem is, I stained her clothes not just broke her pen, my hands…Hm
May be the same girl/woman?
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There are some things a girl never forgets.
Fair enough but you don’t test a poet.
I wouldn’t think of it! I was just saying.
hehe! kind of karma :-p
So how have you been? :-p
a little crazy! but it’s passing now 😉
I have faith in you.
You cannot escape history 😀
True that, Arnie 😀
Girls???always lovely problems….:).Arjun great poema’s …….again a great writer!!
Ah, I like that very much “Always lovely Problems”….Great thought for a poem, I should attempt writing one.
Thank you Massi. Good to see you back. I hope you had a great vacation.
Juxtaposition, life serves up chances to meet and greet, xx
there will be time for this
and time for that
watch your step
this and that
and aplenty more
are a bitch, will forsake you
Sit back, relax…
just on my first mug, Xtra strong.
A stirring balance here, of the narrator making a mark on the girl, and then, later, the girl making a mark on the narrator.
Apt words. The master of this art form was Charlie Chaplin. I want to discover him in me.
All men are silly bears Arjun, not just you! That’s why we love them. A very enjoyable poem. Hope you are well 🙂
Ha Ha..Being a poet, turned out to be no advantage but an affirmation, no doubts whatsoever for them or me. Blessed are ones who never figure out 🙂
I’m well, very well…and you? I read on your last post, other bloggers too are of the opinion you should post more often. I say Post not Write cause I believe it’s stacked in somewhere. I’m sure there’s one about your encounter(s) with the Silly World.
Ah yes, lots of writing stacked away, waiting for its moment – but pesky life gets in the way! Maybe in old age there will be more free time; but somehow I doubt it 🙂
This is uncalled for. I post cause my writings need to go, find their journey, away from me…You got to share them, I have to read them. You can’t do this to a reader.
You are funny Arjun. Till next time 🙂
l’ho trovata molto piacevolmente ironica, le piccole cose incidono a volte molto più delle grandi nei ricordi
I found it very pleasantly quirky small things are sometimes a lot more great memories
True. And I’d like to collect all the beads of mellow and rare moments and turn it into a nutty memoir.
Excellent piece of writing with a message, clear.
Thank you very much Resa!
From the mountains, to the tiny grains of sand, the camel through the eye of the needle. Life, a wonderful tapestry to be worn? a saddle? both?
I love the mood your create out of the inner workings of your brilliant mind. You give us glimpses inside something which is fascinating. Most of you pieces create the same mood. I can’t give a name to it but I feel like I am in the movies watching a film noir film. Well, not all your pieces. Your poem on your daughter was not film noir.
Great picture of the camel. Maybe he eyes you eyeing the girl and the song playing should be the “Girl from Impanema” by Carlos Jobim and Astrud Gilberto singing. It starts in Portugese and goes to English. Listen below.
I take your response as a sign. Next post, we’ll figure out the genre.
Enchanting song. Thank you very much Ellen!
I like “cross ventilation” – perfect description. And the bear-like grumpiness of your poem.
I never drink n’ drive but for other endeavors too I think should curb as well. Perhaps, write another poem for “cross ventilation” 😉
This poem made me smile :). Did you take the photo as well?
I’m glad it made you 🙂 Thank you very much Paula.
So, all the photos on your blog were taken by you? That’s cool Arjun. I will be back to look and read some more 🙂
That’s the tragedy. No one lends me stuff 🙂
Except for 2 or 3 titles. Movies and books that have inspired me.
We shall keep it mutual. I say so cause I like your pad and would love to spend time in there 🙂
🙂 I wouldn’t like others’ stuff anyways, but I do enclose music that inspires me with my photos though I haven’t composed or played it ;). Can I correct the accents on the word tete?
In fact, I did listen to the music on your new post.
I’d love to but believe me I don’t know how to use most widgets in here.
Please do tell.
To tell you how to spell tete? It is tête 🙂
Ah, needs an umbrella not a wiper 🙂
That’s right, and look at you, you’ve already corrected it.. It makes me smile 🙂
I’m a good listener, ever-willing to learn and correct myself. Keep smiling Paula 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 😀
Done 🙂 Always, do tell. My wordery is a mess. You’ll find out eventually.
Well, I’ll have to get used to it, cause now I am following you … language(s) is my profession, and passion and I still make mistakes 😀
Wow and I’m at a nascent stage so please get used to it. Ma’am, do tell if I need to fill up any forms or pick up grocery, anything… 😀
Perhaps you (the guy in the poem anyway) had a crush with the girl from that early in school but also difficulty to express it! Don’t they say that the boys that hit girls at school actually have feelings for them? 😉
Absolutely and a guy can never pull himself away from that memory cause in most cases, he never approached.
I did but as late as when they were married with kids. Lol. That didn’t deter me, thanks to a few drinks that did the trick. They laughed, thankfully and said the obvious except for one girl whom I still have to find. Why say now? is another story, for some other time. Thank you for coming by.
For starters you could increase number of replies to comments per post :D. You don’t have to pick up any groceries, but please don’t call me Ma’am 😆
Did you mean in comment settings : Enable threaded (nested) comments — level deep?
It was a 3, I changed it to 10, right now.
See, no one tells me anything. Bukowski said – Writing is like shooting in the dark. I’m blogging too on the same lines.
:D, I know another fan of Bukowski on this site :D, and he is as entertaining as you 😀
Give it a week. You might want to change that view.
As may turn to More or otherwise. Then, we’ll see…
I often do 😀
Very much obvious. When the start is fiery, I get that feeling…. We’ll see.
😀 do you think you are a cautious person?
Do you see any caution/restraint in my comments?
No, restraint no…. I put it wrong … maybe a pessimistic one?
let’s stick to caution then. Pessimistic, noway.
Rather a general citing of the phenomena, you’ll agree..
I have to 😦 😦 😦
Ufff. That’s me. Over-shooting to look smart or what.
Step back please and Smile 🙂
Don’t worry .. it is one of those days, and I control my liquid intake, now if I can get rid of smokes, my mission will be accomplished – it is not you, it is me.. Have you heard that one before? *smiles* (all is right)
Awesome write , with a great message, the mind of a poet never forgets, and always keeps you thinking and wanting more. Rock On! My Friend
Wow. You got me buzzin’. Thank you my friend!
A slice of life elegantly rendered!
Hi, splendid 🙂 post and it keeps your mind busy! .
ciao! unforgettable moments.
🙂 What a great poem Arjun. You keep outdoing yourself. The picture means novels, the title is great, the poem has so many meanings as well… and reading the comments was another treat… The images you create are absolutely fabulous, the most powerful being the feeling that love can make you stand silly or numb or feel exposed like a child…Briliant. Bravo. 😀
I’m grateful for your kind comment Ela. Just a moment in life but it comes around in a full circle and that’s what makes it beautiful and unforgettable.
Thank you so much.
Well then I wish you to have millions of such great moments to fill up your life and bring us more amazing poems. 🙂 I am proud of you AJ. 😉
Thank you Ela. Thank you very much 🙂
You did it! I love it! 😀
Surprise twist in the poem. Love the pic too.
Quirky end. Loved it. People are so intriguing.