Surrealistic Acquaintance
by
Farrah Tate
(Age: 31)
copyright 07-08-2001
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Who's that elderly woman sitting there?
She's smoking too much too fast
She's mashing the cream in her cappuccino with too much
vengeance and haste
She sighs at the chaos and mess --
it's erupted and overflowed as a toxic waste
And she diverts her glance
too briefly to barely meet my cornered eye
And then she's again blowing and gulping too much too fast
Just fixated timelessly on her pain
I want to ask her what the turmoil is but
I'm watching the street-light too anxiously, too wearily
It's obviously not fixed by that temporary sugary and sweet caffeine mix
Who's the person beneath the nicotine tainted
Lifeless crow's feet stare,
as a prefix
to possible worse things to come:
more lonely hard time to be done.
Then the lights turn to grass and I'm thinking too much of home
and she's an eyelid flicker gone
I'll never know her perplexing wrong
because modern life is too hectic for cherish and care
Not enough clock reminder time to share
happiness and joy,
let alone the hardship that we bear --
the sadness that we might endure for too long, too alone
Mechanical haste that we half met at the wrong time
The momentary blending of the estranged yet strangely familiar
occupants of a dulled red light and rotted bus stop bench
To then disperse discompany again too soon
as a parted surrealistic cacophony of two;
leaving a misdirected me
embedded helplessly in our mind's too familiar womb.
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This was a surrealistic poem in several ways. I found it rather exhausting, so it was definitely successful in depicting our current life style ruled by traffic lights and the 'rush' policy. I wanted to sit down on that rotted bench and find time to ponder the trials causing the nicotine tainted crows' feet stare (was it inward, I wonder?) DAWN in UK
Our chaotic fast life, not allowing us time to be there for others - our friends, family or complete strangers. Or so we believe, have been conditioned to believe. Sometimes all that is needed is a smile, an acknowledgement that they are not alone or a few minutes to say "hey looks like you are having a tough day." Which is why, in a strange way, I like airports (for the most part)....I meet the most interesting people there. Some happy, some not...but always interesting to talk with while waiting for the plane.