Oh! It’s him! Walking through the fairground crowds,
His back to me. I follow, barge. Barge past
Others who block my way, momentarily,
I can see his profile, his dear, dear face.
Is it him? I near. Start to fear. I have
It wrong perhaps?
Polly Robinson © 2013
From ladymondegreenssecretgarden.blogspot.com
07/01/2013 at 17:59
A face in the crowds… Dramatic! Breathless! Then… oh.
07/01/2013 at 18:33
Oh, you know the feeling, then?
07/01/2013 at 19:49
Great emotion. I LOVE seeing people I had crushes on in public. BUTTERFLYS!!!
07/01/2013 at 19:58
Correct!!!!!
07/01/2013 at 19:51
You’ll never know if you don’t hurry up!
07/01/2013 at 19:58
Do we ever catch up, Seb?
07/01/2013 at 20:04
Well, not with that attitude, Missy!
07/01/2013 at 20:10
hahahahahahahahahaha … fair comment, my friend
07/01/2013 at 19:57
Oh, I hope for her sake it was! (Unless she never wants to see him again. In that case, I hope it wasn’t.
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07/01/2013 at 19:59
Are you hedging your bets a bit, here, Ms Rubin?
07/01/2013 at 20:11
When interpreting poetry with my concrete, left-brained mind, I find it best to play it neutral.
07/01/2013 at 20:13
Have you ever heard of concrete poetry, Carrie? Would you like me to do a piece for you?
07/01/2013 at 20:17
I have not heard of concrete poetry and would love to see such a piece. You could call it ‘Poetry for the Thick-Skulled.’
07/01/2013 at 20:20
You’re on! It may take some time. The hub has just said that I need to make a concrete commitment to it (groan)!
07/01/2013 at 20:21
Bazinga!
07/01/2013 at 20:22
Translate, please
07/01/2013 at 20:50
That’s what Sheldon says on “The Big Bang Theory,” one of my family’s favorite shows. It’s about four geeky guys. Very funny.
07/01/2013 at 20:58
Does it mean OK (ish?) *bewildered* and you know it doesn’t take much!
07/01/2013 at 21:21
It kind of means, “Gotcha!” For example, if you pull a joke on someone, you can say, “Bazinga!” Or if someone pulls a fast one on you or throws a good joke your way, you can come back with a “Bazinga!” Bet they didn’t teach you that in your Saturday class.
07/01/2013 at 23:18
Ahhhhh … you’re right, they didn’t … Bazinga! … heh-heh…
07/01/2013 at 23:39
That happened to me when I was 14 at an amusement park. I fell in love with a stranger and never found him again in the crowd.
07/01/2013 at 23:49
Aw … and you’ve never got over it … Big AHHH for Robin
08/01/2013 at 00:04
I thought of him the other day when I was near the amusement park. I lead a sad, sad life.
09/01/2013 at 20:05
Mysterious!
There’s a challenge – can you work Bazinga into a poem?
09/01/2013 at 20:39
In due course, Alex. Bazinga [what on earth rhymes with that?] in due course
09/01/2013 at 20:59
gun slinger, minger, stinger and that has exhausted my list!! If you manage to use any of those it will be more like a limerick!!!
09/01/2013 at 21:59
Clinger, ringer and so on and so forth … we need JoeTwo for a limerick!
09/01/2013 at 22:00
10/01/2013 at 21:42
Love this Polly, it leaps off the pages and spins past like a waltzer, and it captures the real essence of those moments. Great piece!
10/01/2013 at 21:44
Ha! ‘spins past like a waltzer’ ~ love that comment Mr S