Saturday, March 04, 2006

Bar Maid
of Shanel

slim for him, for Jim

upper body skinny, in a man's formal shirt
her hips protrude in her black skirt

lovely, fleshy, strong legs
longed for legs like these,
for someone dark, pretty

inexpensive as beer in a bar in the early morning

artificial nails on the hands of a queen,
needing nothing false or altered

priceless as she is, as she appears
like tide washing beach continually

nothing cheap about what is washed up
what the tide leaves


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2000
1:49 p.m. 26/march/00

3 Comments:

Blogger cecil Newry said...

There are times when one can only comment: lovely. Great imagery!

I fear that I too saw such a barmaid; she was like 8 scoops of my favorite icecream: too much of a good thing, ultimately just a waste.

Sunday, March 05, 2006 9:43:00 AM  
Blogger Obie Quiet said...

A Taste

she was 8 scoops of my favorite ice-cream
too much of a good thing, ultimately just a waste


Cecil, this most certainly is a very fine, very short poem, unlike your poetry normally and more like what the Japanese and I aim at, aim for. I suggest you claim it and keep it, use it and be guided to make more like it, as you too have a gift for brevity and the cinematographer’s clarity.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006 5:15:00 AM  
Blogger cecil Newry said...

Thank you Obie,
I shall cut and paste it and add it to my own blog: canewry.blog.com.

I have been experimenting of late, writing all my responses/thoughts in verse. My goal is to have my responses/simple comments bigger than myself. I hope I am successful.

Sunday, May 07, 2006 8:15:00 PM  

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