So delightful,
So delightful to see.
There she was,
Just sitting there,
Coffee on the table,
But in her hands
A piece of cloth.
She put stitches through it,
Creating a bouquet
In cross stitch.
She would put in a stitch
And pull it through,
Each time she pulled
She looked up,
Looked up to see the world,
See the world around her.
But she was lost,
Lost in her own world,
Her own world of cross stitch.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 15th, 2018 01:22
- Comment from author about the poem: People watching again. We were in the coffee shop and I saw a lady sitting there doing cross-stitch so I wrote this poem. I gave her the poem and she was delighted, she said it made her day.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 31
Comments10
A fine write Gold. I sort of 'gave', well shared, a poem with a group. It did not go down too well. It was on an evangelistic theme. I fell asleep during the rest of that evening, with dour and dreary stuff, pretending I enjoyed it. doh!
I run a Poetry Group and do not think I have ever been bored with what has been offered.
Thanks for the comment Orchi.
What a great write and a lovely gesture
Thank you Michael. I have done this many times and every time the recipient has been grateful - and surprised.
You back home from 1066 now?!
Yes, just waiting for 1215 now next June.
Aw what a lovely thing to do.....I love people watching
Thank you Jooles, it is a great thing to do and the coffee shop we go to are most appreciative, they have hung my poetry on the wall and called it "Poetry Corner" hoping to get others to contribute.
Aw that's fab
Sorry if it seemed too harsh. Why go to the group then? one may ask. Well, it was my first and last visit to that particular group. Another one was better, but not been for a while.
They are well worth going to, ours is very informal and it surprising what tangents we take when talking about the poems written and read.
Sometimes I just don't know though. The come out to the front, then mutter away their poem (I do too! doh!), sometimes interminably, then a little applause, and then the next one, etc.... Note to self: Well, look for a new group then. Orchi!.
I bet you are selective about the poems you hand over. Some people inspire with their negative vibes or anti social behaviour.
'Here's a poem i wrote about you whilst observing you across the coffee room'
'You what mate... you being funny.... you want a slap or something?'
Discretion ... a poets tool!
Of course I am, I want to continue singing bass.
It is amazing how good the reactions are though. I wrote one for a young lady with her baby, I gave her the poem I had written and she was in tears and said she would frame it and put on the wall of the baby’s bedroom.
To be honest i think you are very brave. Long may you bass tones prevail.
I bet you are selective about the poems you hand over. Some people inspire with their negative vibes or anti social behaviour.
'Here's a poem i wrote about you whilst observing you across the coffee room'
'You what mate... you being funny.... you want a slap or something?'
Discretion ... a poets tool!
I bet you are selective about the poems you hand over. Some people inspire with their negative vibes or anti social behaviour.
'Here's a poem i wrote about you whilst observing you across the coffee room'
'You what mate... you being funny.... you want a slap or something?'
Discretion ... a poets tool!
Compliments in any form pass too quickly to notice sometime. They are a rare breed, but the day has lit up after reading coffee stitch. I brilliantly heartbeat thing to give someone you don'y know.
Thank you Kevin, it is quite surprising the pleasure I see in peoples faces when I give them a poem about themselves, It is a great feeling.
And so it should be.
A super write Goldfinch60.
I wish I was good at sewing, knitting, embroidery or creative pasttimes like that.
I write poetry instead.
Keep writing
FineB
So do I FineB, so do I - writing poetry is good for us.
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