A Cautious Distance
A cautious distance
Is what her instincts
Say she must afford
Fearing above all else
What her dear café
Friends
Might make of it
Interpret
Frown upon
Or indeed applaud
Answers on a postcard please
Or call me
You have my number……..
Those vicious rants
So despised
Yet so very oft adored
Poor poets one and all
So would he….
Might he……...
Must he……….
Throw it all away
For a handful of poems
And a promise
Answers on a postcard please
Or call me
You have my number………
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Author:
Neville (
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..postcard text...
Dear poet, saw you in the cafe drooling over a really timid looking lady. I thought to myself.... why doesn't he send her a love note with a small gift ..."Roses are red, violets are blue, the ice cream heres lovely, this ones for you"
Would you, should you, could you?
who knows, maybe....
Cheers DA.. I feel well and truly indulged this fine mane.... Neville
A weekend tale of entanglement which threatens order and told with panache........... answer ( but sans the postcard) - - - when in doubt think seriously about that cautious distance and handfuls of promise.
absolutely Fay and who would have it any other way..... enjoy your Sunday my friend, and thank you.. N
I shall to do just that thank you Nev. and same back to you ...................... Fay x
Would she meet me?!
maybe.. but in the meantime, thanks... N
They say that normal personal space is four feet. I want to know where? Have they not flown economy? Today's youth want to know, "What the hell is a postcard?" Oh yeah, and they don't call, they text. So yeah, these days one must resist nature and remain aloof. Apparently the danger outweighs the reward. Never speak to a stranger, they may be a serial killer, terrorist, pervert, religious fanatic, or even a politician, Probably better to just stay home and not go to cafes unless you are looking for trouble.
Now your poem calls into question a lot of social norms concerning space, intimacy, technology, and the postal system. Frankly, it's just too much bother going anywhere these days. At least, you do not have to consider if you should bring your gun. Anyone for ice cream? - Phil A.
cor blimey guvnor.. many thanks for the thoroughly well reasoned and detailed comments you have left for me.... ice cream will do nicely cheers, Neville
Those questions remain unanswered until that cautious distance becomes closer.
thanks for popping in sir.. tis always appreciated... N
It's always been a cautious distance -
All the poems recited in mind alone
My intentions were never sent out, so, no postcard expected
thank you my friend... N
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