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.
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.
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Everything is a poem. :)
Cool write, I love the title!
Strange, but what a great take on the prompt!
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
I LOVE this! Different from anything else I've read.
Those poem days are great.
I do SEE poetry everywhere..
pavement musings
herring and pickles...everything's a poem, yes! Terrific...
I agree with the sentiment, LIFE is poetry, and what you make of it!
Wonderful!
(I hope you have more train poems to share. With us, or as a chapbook, or ........)
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