Happy Hopper Days ('New York Movie')

She used to listen to music,

Responding with every pore,

Now all she hears is sounds

That speak to her no more.

The voice is distant, though near,

Someone, not her, is on stage.

She wasn’t meant to be here,

It’s not her time, not her age.

It’s somebody else’s theater,

It’s somebody else’s life.

She’s merely a spectator,

She’s somebody else’s wife.

This painting - 'New York Movie' by Hopper - is one of this week's writing prompts from Margo Roby (Wordgathering.)

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur 

Happy Hopper Days ('Chop Suey')

She looks so thin, and tired.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she says,

“I need to talk to you,”

She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“I think there is another

Woman…please, I want

To say it now, before

I change my mind again.

He’s grown distant, quiet,

Something’s wrong,” she says,

“Please, tell me now, sis,

I need to know the truth.”

She’s so afraid to know,

And yet she won’t turn back.

We’re never coming back

To this cafe again.

This painting - 'Chop Suey' by Hopper - was one of last week's writing prompts from Margo Roby (Wordgathering.)

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur