Friday, September 03, 2010

Eavesdroppings

We had lunch in the train station, herring, pickles, potato salad, vodka. Everything Russian. I told him today is such a poem and that my friend says that everything is a poem.––What did he say?––He said, well, he laughed.

9 comments:

gospelwriter said...

Everything is a poem. :)

Cool write, I love the title!

vivinfrance said...

Strange, but what a great take on the prompt!

1sojournal said...

Everything is a poem, and I'm so glad that is real and true. And in such a few words you create a huge puzzle. Does he understand? Agree? Or is he being polite? Social? Maybe something more negative? I like where you took the prompt. Good stuff.

Elizabeth

thelaughinghousewife said...

I LOVE this! Different from anything else I've read.

rallentanda said...

Those poem days are great.

gautami tripathy said...

I do SEE poetry everywhere..

pavement musings

Tumblewords: said...

herring and pickles...everything's a poem, yes! Terrific...

Cynthia Short said...

I agree with the sentiment, LIFE is poetry, and what you make of it!

Deb said...

Wonderful!

(I hope you have more train poems to share. With us, or as a chapbook, or ........)