Pink is loud.
She sits by Green, a soft-pillow-plump sort.
Black is at the table’s end.
Has that look of everyone’s friend.
Pick-a-little-talk-a-little.
Mosaic of moms on a lunch date.
Not too far away,
Huddle White and Stripes.
Next to them
Cuddle Blue and Gray.
Kaleidoscope of couples’ dining.
Alone is Pin-Stripe.
Brief business break.
Pressed up against his seat,
Leopard print lady
Carries conversation.
Bird’s eye view,
A shifting mosaic,
Of people barely see each other.
Bumping and mumbling
Bodies and voices.
A disjointed puzzle of stories on faces,
in tones, from lips, in postures.
Nothing matches, nor need it.
So much the same, so different.
Kaleidoscope, Puzzle, Mosaic of people.
Flitting in a world not their own.
Deluded as masters of destiny,
Shifted by time and unseen hand.
One twist of dial, spin of the shaft,
Jilted, jostled, new view.
God laughs.
Love it! I can picture all these people in your limited descriptions. You are describing people at Panera’s? Miss you!
You guessed it! That’s exactly where I am (:
I miss you too. Hope all is well!
Hello.
Loved this mosaic of people.
Nicely penned!
Thanks fro sharing.
The Jewels In You
Your poetry is beautiful as well.
your words form vivid and colorful imagery, Happy Rally.