L. B. Mek

to be: Nudged


I hate: to be nudged


swirling around, with menace barely bit-back

on the tip - of a coiled tongue,


unless: it’s you I find

armed, with that goading smile


instinctive waves - invade

sensation of a first plunge, during a heatwave,


where I simply whistle-free, my frustration

and surrender: to your every whim.


London’s Oxford Street - peak, lunchtime carnage

an odd spectacle captivates

eyes alert, as if sighting

Dipping Duckling’s: in the Ocean,


sidewalks heaving with those busily undertaking

survival’s chores, but still

having enough awareness - to step aside

making a gangway, for an old couple’s - pathway

intuitively recognising the blasphemy

in disturbing: such a sacred scene.


Ali Liebegott’s ‘Senior Discount’

serenading, as a soundtrack to my thoughts:

‘‘I want to grow old with you.

Old, old.’’


The couple - blissfully unaware, amble along

with that seen-it-all-before, fine wine - grace

she, a 5ft spear-point Virago, talks incessantly

takes a single step, for two

of his languid 6ft, shuffles  

their timing: a practiced lifetime routine.


Waiting, for the red light to take pity

I wonder, if we too

had found a path to our happily-ever-after

would our roles, have reversed with age?


Would I be the one pacing - to match

those shapely long strides you take, or more likely

your stubborn streak

would have you, a step ahead - still, and me

casually plodding along

enjoying the view, as I liked to do.


Tender one

do you now - have someone else, to nudge

and do they - also

melt: at your very touch…



© L. B. Mek

May 2020


  • AuburnScribbler

    A beautifully constructed scene here L. B. Mek, your seething yet hopeful tone is very recognisable.

    Sometimes there is nothing worse than being held up when you're trying to get somewhere, but as you've stated, in the long run, that somewhere could be a special place, that would take decades to reach.

    Thanks for sharing, hope all is well and I hope that you have a safe and Merry Christmas.

    • L. B. Mek

      indeed, you've translated the essence of my scribble wonderfully and added a much welcomed hopeful-twist with your insightful POV,
      thank you for taking the time to comment such a well articulated and supportive message,
      happy Holidays dear Poet

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Good read L.B. Have a happy Holiday

      • L. B. Mek

        glad you could connect with it Jerry, appreciate the encouragement

      • Trenz Pruca

        I enjoyed it a lot. Thank you...

        • L. B. Mek

          no dear Poet: I, Thank You - sincerely,
          Happy Holidays

        • FredPeyer

          L.B., a beautiful tender homage to old age and old love. So well written!

          • L. B. Mek

            yeah exactly, what was once a sight taken for granted, sadly - I fear: is becoming more and more rare,
            somewhat understandably since freedom equates to not having to settle, but still: I can't hep wondering how many old couples will be easily sighted in our city streets after fifty years...
            thanks for taking the time to highlight an important element of my write, truly appreciate the encouraging comment

          • Goldfinch60

            Very good words Mek, maybe she will nudge you again one day.


            • L. B. Mek

              'maybe' is one of my favourite words Andy, it's a hopeful word (usually) gift wrapped with the possibilities in all thing's: Spring... lol
              thanks for the reassuring sentiment's my friend, even merely as a gesture it's still soothing,
              kindness eh? what will become of us when those all-knowing judgemental mindsets, pragmatize-it: into extinction...

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