Inadvertently overhearing an argument from the couple at the next table in the café
Look, sometimes I just can't come up with a title, OK
So much from
So little
_
Glean from
A glance
He was born into a
Drought
Scrubbed by sun
Shrubs weeds
In spiked prickly tufts
All thorns are desperate for the lightest touch
Of rain,
Wind scoured bare of
Affection and attention and
_
Tone of voice
Tells she was grown in
Healthy soil
Rain and sun in
Measure
But prone to blight
Wordworm gnawing
Digging
Boring through to
The heart
Creating a healthy shell
Rotted hollow
From within.
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Sometimes you can tell
So much from
So little.
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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Comments (2)
Wow, a lot to unpack in this poem. Seems he is prickly and needs a lighter touch; she was treated better but has a sharp tongue sometimes which doesn’t help him. It is funny what we think after overhearing conversations - I have noticed people talk so loudly when in public they should consider speaking quietly.
Wondrously insightful... love the landscape metaphors.