Tuesday, June 26, 2012

"A Stolen Kiss" (poem)

Robert Doisneau – Le baiser de l’Hotel de Ville 1950

"A Stolen Kiss"

Robert Doisneau was always summer to me

Spring, winter, fall – always a hint of summer

Like kissing in the street, a taste of fresh air

Embracing the art of spontaneity

Then came forward an old lady, bless her heart

Took what was mine, it said so in black and white

Took it apart bit by bit, “Yes, this is I

And this is such-&-such, my ex, we broke up”

I heard her cackle between the printed lines

“The shot was staged.” I struggled not to listen

Pieced my memory together bit by bit

I try to look at it as if I had no

Knowledge, but I can no longer trust summer.

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur 

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  1. Sasha, this is, lovely is the wrong word but I'm on summertime brain, so lovely will have to stand. Those last two lines are heart pullers.

  2. Thank you, Margo, "summertime brain" is the best :-)

  3. I'm finding my summer a patchwork of memories and moments as well. Enjoyed the reading very much.

  4. Thank you very much for the comment!