Strangers and Strange Poetry

So I was sitting in a coffee shop the other day just doing some reading and observing the other people there. My interest was captured by a young lady with really pretty black hair and a young man with an exceptional sense of style who seemed to really want to talk to her. He would glance over sheepishly every once in awhile, and then look back at his book, she didn’t seem to notice. She seemed like she was sad about something but pretending not to be, and he looked genuinely concerned. I was just so amused by the whole thing, so I wrote some poetry about them. Let’s pretend for a minute that it isn’t weird that I write poetry about people I don’t know. 😉

The girl with the raven hair,
Sits there across from me,
Calmly, sweetly, in her chair.
Joy of youth is in her,
Yet there is a hidden care
Which hides behind her eyes.

The man in tan suspenders
Sits across from her.
He longs to look behind her eyes,
And let her cares surrender.
If he just knew her,
Would she learn to let him see?
And there, in the quiet,
Allow his love to mend her?

About Jonathon Thigpen

I am a student, writer, photographer, traveler, teacher, and Lego enthusiast, who is endeavouring to be a man after God's own heart.
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2 Responses to Strangers and Strange Poetry

  1. Here’s hoping this isn’t super weird of me (since we are complete strangers), but I came across this and wanted to say, it’s beautiful! Love the simplicity of capturing the moment between people who only cross paths for a single day or reason. Thanks for sharing your words!

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