My forays into writing poetry have always been very brief. While I’ve always read poems, never have I considered sufficiently talented to write one. It’s bit bold of me to even exhibit what poems I’ve written, as I’ve often regarded them fruitless exercises. Not worth even having a read. However, I’m going to change that, emboldened after a month long practice. Also, I’m very receptive to criticism.

A first liaison

He scratches his forehead.
She shuffles her satchel,
Shifts the scarf tied around her neck.

A pub, he proposes,
His finger pointing in the direction.
“Too noisy,” she suggests.

He gazes down,
At her.
With a clumsy smile.

She knows a quiet place.
A restaurant, she says.
Looking at the direction of the place.

Ok, the man agrees.
You know the place best.
Since you work in the area.

Then they walk away,
With an awkward distance between them,
Into the evening breeze.