Sarah, from next door
came by today
unannounced
whining in two languages now
expecting a rosetta stone
to translate her life into a fairy tale
neighbors, all around
a fact for pack people
how do I, a loner, oblige
a single rebuff
and instantaneous war
enemies du jour
extremist of the hurt feeling
so, I insist she sit
hoping a sullen mood
will restrain her from engaging in
chittering histrionics
trying to make a story
but....
she doesn't stay long
too antsy
too curious
or, if I dare say, a busybody
by nature, troubled
and that means
there is trouble ahead for me
I've got to learn how to build
better fences
Comments
How adroitly
You have captured the subtle nuances of the tedium, the frustrations and irritations of these so-called chance, "neighborly" encounters!
Nice write.... A poem that verges on prose, but captivates a "short story"
Regards
Boni
Well done...
I could see Sarah sitting there trying to pry into your life, looking for something to gossip about to the neighbors. I find that most people like her, are best left on the doorstep, and you wave to them when you see them, but have a stockpile of things to do when they come calling. Nice try Sarah! LOL. Good work. ~ Gee