I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 March 2015

Outing

(Brunswick Heads)
My friends took me picnicking
with wine and prawns.
I got lots of photos
of fishing boats.

In a shop, I asked:
‘I suppose this doll
isn’t for sale,
but the entertainment
of young children?’

‘Take, it!’ the woman said.
‘How kind,’ said my friend.
I told her, ‘She sees
that I am a child.’














After doing a 55-word piece for the toads, I wanted to try another. This one is for dVerse Open Link Night: Celebrating Poetry. (Following Brian's kind suggestions, I've revised it in the next post.)
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19 comments:

  1. Susan2 March 2015 at 00:19

    This is an outing that could hurt no one!

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade2 March 2015 at 09:32

      True ... and I'm glad you got the double meaning.

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  2. Brian Miller2 March 2015 at 01:02

    smiling at the compassion
    of the lady in the shop --- first to see you
    and second to give you the doll.

    if i may, it feels more tell than show, and quite fast...not easy to pull off a 55 word story, but a few things to keep in mind...

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  3. brudberg2 March 2015 at 01:39

    Oh I think that there is a child in everyone of us.. what a sweet way to give away something like that.

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  4. Outlawyer2 March 2015 at 02:08

    Ha. Very charming. Thanks, Rosemary. K. (Manicddaily)

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  5. Claudia2 March 2015 at 02:35

    smiles... how lovely that she gave you the doll... and oh - a day out with wine, prawns and fishing boats....that sounds like a lovely day

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  6. Gail2 March 2015 at 03:08

    I hope we never lose the child within us.

    Thanks for stopping by.

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  7. grapeling2 March 2015 at 05:08

    I like how each verse invites us in ~

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  8. Heidi2 March 2015 at 08:47

    This is funny and delightful. It seems perfect that it is a doll that she gives you in the end. The whole poem makes me silly-happy.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade2 March 2015 at 09:31

      Then I have successfully recreated and conveyed my own mood at the time. :)

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  9. Myrna R.2 March 2015 at 11:21

    How nice of the lady to gift you the doll. Isn't it wonderful to still have that child within outed once in a while?

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  10. Gabriella2 March 2015 at 12:31

    Prawns, wine and a gift, what more could you ask? I love these small outings and the fishing ports. Your poem reminded me of weekends in Sweden.

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  11. kelvin s.m.2 March 2015 at 16:05

    I bet the event made your day. And who told you you can't own a doll today? Smiles. This is lovely!


    - ksm

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  12. lucychili2 March 2015 at 18:12

    simple happiness =)

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  13. annell43 March 2015 at 01:43

    Sounds like a good day!

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  14. Victoria Ceretto-Slotto3 March 2015 at 05:10

    The perfect ending, Rosemary. Let's play!

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  15. Prajakta3 March 2015 at 16:44

    What a delightful scene Rosemary :) There is a child in our soul just waiting for such moments!

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  16. Anita Sabat4 March 2015 at 00:09

    How generous & kind of the lady to gift the pretty doll!
    Delightful & heartwarming words :)

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