... for some

 

I was shocked
it was warm
so very warm
after the blistering winds
scouring all before
a't head of the glen.

 

The promenade
was sprinkled
with baby buggies
old people
with their sticks
young people
jogging mechanically.

 

 

I ambled along
dispersing the crows
rooks and ravens
down from the wind
seeking scraps

my eyes fell upon
a solitary figure
now sitting on the wall
had the tide been in
I would have worried
but she was hours
safe hours alone.

 

I said, 'good day?'
her eyes rose
her deep brown
no
ebony eyes
glanced at me
reluctantly
I smiled and said
'It's a good day'
' ... for some'
she said
for some.





Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2013-11-11 at 12:31

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NicholasG
I love this one... It is universal. The risk of well wishers...
Nick
2013-11-17


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Peter.
2013-11-13


countryfog
Ah Peter, this is so evocative. So often we see someone, as you did the girl, and pass on by. As I've gotten older I stop more often, say something even if it is no more than "morning" . . . sometimes there is no response, sometimes a word or two, but for that moment, face to face, I've tried to touch someone and even if I'm not touched in turn it's a good day.
2013-11-11