05 June 2012

Diffident Dependency

Writing poetry in open air and under the
grateful shade of a market stall gazebo on
Sunday AM makes restraint of occupational
entertainment mellow to new heights

But there’s no end of captivating sights
to rivet attention – and no complaints in
passers-by providing visceral stimulation

Ok, some are rare, a few seem tragically
bizarre enough yet are here invested as
plane fare in royally entertaining me...

I’d like to say thanks, as the sovereign in
her regal highness might self-articulate,
but the word seizes in an impression of
mutual and diffident dependency
© 13 November 2011, I. D. Carswell