Sunday, March 7, 2010

Thought Full

                                            Brenda Bryant


I can see them..... little thoughts,
Starting-points, but no retorts!
Sharp internal conversations;
Private ones! No reservations.
Everything they'd love to say
Did polite convention not hold sway.
Forget the words that you may hear,
If you chance to wander near.
Forget the pleasantries and smiles
And different conversation styles.
Forget the jovial bonhomie,
The forced familiarity.
Forget the laughter echoing round
With such a very jolly sound.
Concentrate, instead, on thoughts,
 Those potent things no-one reports.
'I'm sure she wore that dress last year.'
'I cannot stand the stench of beer!'
'I see she's getting laughter lines!'
'Bert is dressed-up to the nines.'
'I hope no-one sees my bra-strap showing'
'The whiskers in his ears keep growing!'
'Oh, for a snooze in my arm-chair!'
Fred and Sue! What a ghastly pair!'
'Bertie's son has been imprisoned!'
'Margie's looking really wizened!'
'I think Arthur fancies me!'
'Polly's such a misery!'
Sometimes I feel I see them there,
Thoughts, just floating in mid-air!
An historical perspective here:


Serendipity said...

I really like the reflection in the shiny floor :)

Coffeeveggie addict. said...

nice post with a very nice thoughts...

fredamans said...

There is an unsaid quality to this photo that I can't put my finger on, but unmistakeably it is divine!

Margaret Gosden said...

A very nice range of monochromatic tones here, the composition and perspective just right. Whatever the conversations, they are hoping dinner will be served soon!