Description: This is based on a real person and a real place; it was what I call a 'momentary crush', when it's someone I don't know, can't get very close to, don't speak with, and only see once; but something about them is interesting, and they sort of take on this life in my imagination.
I don't know, it seems a little...choppy and stiff, at worst. And I'm not sure if that's the correct use of 'overture'. I think an overture is orchestral, and I meant a musical theme on the piano.
Tell me if you get it or not...
Sam -------------------------------------------
The blackness of the stage floor
Against the shape of your wrists
White shirt, sleeves rolled up
Hands in black pockets
Blue eyes wonder over the rows
As you converse with an audience member
Your voice lost in the din
The back of your curly head
Shoulders broad but slim
It must have been the music you played
As the theater filled up
And lights went down
They said you made up the overture
that matched the play so well
only the stage was lit
and I couldn't see your hands
dance over the keys
When the play was over,
I wish I had talked to you
But it was a space to big to cross
We found our friends, still in their costumes
and exchanged long time, no sees
I bent down next to the stroller,
My little brother popped open the hood
Library books came tumbling at your feet
You helped me pick them up
It was too perfect an opportunity to act on
I had to ignore you
But boldly I said
‘Thanks’
You moved on, unaware
Of a stranger’s affinity
After awhile you left
My disappointment made no sense
Given a million chances
I probably never would have spoke.
"A space to big to cross" should have the "too" with two "o"s. And "spoke" at the end should be "spoken." Minor errors.
Overture may or may not be used as a term meaning general music for a performance, though I've only seen it done rarely. It can include but is not limited to piano accompaniment, so I think you probably used it correctly.
I sort of think I've been in the same kind of situation in the past, when you see a face or hear a voice that makes you wonder who the heck THAT was and wish you had the time or courage to talk to them. Weirdest incident that I've ever encountered: I was at the New Year's celebration a couple years back with my family (Disney World, Florida, in case you were wondering) and the fireworks had just finished. We were on our way out through this ridiculous crowd (it took nearly two hours to reach the parking lot) when I saw this girl a few feet away. She was looking me right in the eye and smiling as if she wanted to say something. To this day I have no idea who she was, but I still can't forget what she looked like.
Really weird. I haven't thought of that in quite a while.
In any case, nice job on this. It's always a good sign if a poem makes someone think about things they don't usually. In fact, I'm tempted to say it's the whole point.
--crimson
P.S. Sorry once again that I took so long, but I told you about the workload I've developed in the past week, so I hope you won't hold it against me too much.
I think you captured the feeling very well. This has a lilting to it that can only be compared to the sense and exhilaration of admiring someone from afar.
You never really get too personal or over the top gushy for or about him...which is good considering he is no more then a passing fleet of fancy. I do like the way you some what leave it open for the thought of more to happen if maybe he had stepped into the light.
deadndreaming once told me I had a knack for
'real slice of life feeilng' in my work...snapshots of time. I feel that here in your smooth flow from awareness to senses...from visual to heart. Like so :
The blackness of the stage floor
Against the shape of your wrists
that right there glides from seeing it...to feeling it and all I have to say is Nicely done...in fact BEAUTIFUL.
You have a style that reminds me of girlinthephoto, one of my favorite writers from this site...I miss her here so.
It is oh so refreshing to find new talent so young taking the steps others have forgotten to walk (or choose not to).
I truly enjoyed this read...Thank you and no nit picks from me on this one ; )
Submission Name: Sam
