Jump to content
  • Join Gay Authors

    Join us for free and follow your favorite authors and stories.

    Parker Owens
  • Author
  • 234 Words
  • 1,973 Views
  • 16 Comments
Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 20. Unanswerable and Idle Observations

As usual, all the errors are mine. I rue them, as I ever will.

Unanswerable

And in the golden folly of my youth,
you slurred that I should meet you on the stair,
and follow to undress within your lair,
though I your invitation thought uncouth;
You'd spent the night with gin and dry vermouth,
and I knew not my chances were so rare,
so I disdained to lie with you up there,
for then I did not grasp the awful truth:
That moment was the last I'd ever know
of some desirability to man;
now time's deep waters 'neath the bridges flow
and I convention's borders seem to span;
but had you stretched above, and I below,
would life have held a different sort of plan?

 

 

Idle Observation

A river of humanity flows by
my vantage point where I may most admire
the faces apprehensive which belie
excitement new adventure can inspire.
I see them enter through the double door
and look about for friends they recognize
across the loud and overcrowded floor
from which a wave of greeting may arise.
In comradeship, each visage splits a grin,
and welcome makes a smaller circle wide
where promptly subtle flirting will begin,
and later, hence a pair or two will glide.
Alone with thoughts and observations fine,
I wish a friendly body wanted mine.

Comments and remarks are always welcome. I look forward to them.
Copyright © 2017 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
  • Like 3
  • Love 7
Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
You are not currently following this author. Be sure to follow to keep up to date with new stories they post.

Recommended Comments

Chapter Comments

Ah, the universal 'what if'... often asked and forever unanswered. There was a powerful sadness I felt here... a feeling and a question I am well acquainted with. It is a superb poem, Parker! 

 

We all make those idle observations... in yours I see school kids perform the ritual of each new day... finding their place in a sea of humanity. It is that time, in hallowed halls, we prepare ourselves for the world to come... if we are fortunate enough to make it out. It's no longer a given. Well done, Parker. Cheers... Gary....

Edited by Headstall
  • Like 3
  • Love 1
8 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

Oh Parker ... wonderful poems. There's a sadness that runs through them and i'm sorry for that. xo

 

The first recounts something I remembered from long ago; it was sad then, but remembering it has me thinking about the 'what if.' The second came from a day of prolonged watching and waiting at a ski lodge. I felt lonely in a sea of people. Funny how that happens. Thanks so much for reading these, and for your response. 

  • Like 4
  • Love 1
19 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Ah, the universal 'what if'... often asked and forever unanswered. There was a powerful sadness I felt here... a feeling and a question I am well acquainted with. It is a superb poem, Parker! 

 

We all make those idle observations... in yours I see school kids perform the ritual of each new day... finding their place in a sea of humanity. It is that time, in hallowed halls, we prepare ourselves for the world to come... if we are fortunate enough to make it out. It's no longer a give. Well done, Parker. Cheers... Gary....

 

It was sad to remember the episode in the first of these, both then and in the present time. There is no answer to the universal question. The second of these came from feeling lonely in a crowd of people; a situation that seems to happen more often as I get older. Thanks so much for reading these, and for your thoughts on them. 

  • Like 4
7 hours ago, BlindAmbition said:

The sadness is felt in both. First is is regret and lost chance. That’s one that nags through life.

The second poem shows sadness in being overlooked. The need to be desired. Both are beautiful in the way they get straight to the emotion.

 

Thank you jp. You really got to the central point of these. The first has a mixed kind of regret. Being overlooked and ignored in the second  shows that can sometimes be the hardest thing of all.  Again, thank you. 

  • Like 1
  • Love 1
7 hours ago, dughlas said:

Ahhh but what might have been if only ... choices made oft appear different in hindsight and yet what is life now might not be if only.

 

To be alone amongst many ...

 

Thank you, Dugh. Reflection is rarely done in a perfect mirror. Often, it is the sense of isolation in a crowd that can trigger that reflection. Thanks again. 

  • Like 3
4 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

Unanswerable, indeed.  "What if..."

 

When I read the second, I picture a sea of school children reuniting after a semester or summer break.  They are both powerful poems, and written with your usual finesse and infusion of emotion.  Well done, my friend.  :hug: 

 

As a child, I was discouraged from asking “what if” questions. My poor parents wearied of them. Yet they still remain. I loved your characterization of the second sonnet. That was wonderfully done. Thank you for reading and for your kind comments. 

  • Like 2
  • Love 1
8 hours ago, knotme said:

Single by choice, I resonate with both. To the first, the opportunity lost does not sadden me. Companionship remains a mixed blessing. I am most comfortable alone at home. But away, in a sea of paired strangers, though they pay me no mind, yet I might feel rebuke.

 

 

Thank you for your thoughts on these. It is not that particular opportunity I mind missing, so much as not knowing at the time that it was significant. Loneliness in a crowd is yet another sadness; it makes connection to the world, if not companionship, difficult. I am grateful you read and responded to these. 

  • Like 1

The first one is heartbreaking. I suppose we go through 'things' at young ages and only see significance in them later on. Many can be happy re-mintings of events and their significance, but others - those are the ones touched upon by Unanswerable

 

The second Sonnet expresses an emotion I've often felt in crowds. I think poets by some definition or other are observers, internalizers, or else we would not create what we do. 

 

As always, thank you for sharing your gift with us. 

Edited by AC Benus
  • Like 1
  • Love 1

 

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

I the first one is heartbreaking. I suppose we go through 'things' at young ages and only see significance in them later on. Many can be happy re-mintings of events and their significance, but others - those are the ones touched upon by Unanswerable

 

The second Sonnet expresses an emotion I've often felt in crowds. I think poets by some definition or other are observers, internalizers, or else we would not create what we do. 

 

As always, thank you for sharing your gift with us. 

You are certainly in tune with my thoughts in Unanswerable. There is no way to know what the time ahead of one will - or will not - bring. One acts, and the world reacts, or passes by. You are also absolutely right about the intrinsic observational nature of the poet. That indeed may isolate a writer, even in a crowded room. 

 

Thank you so much for your comments, and for reading these. 

  • Like 2
View Guidelines

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now


  • Newsletter

    Sign Up and get an occasional Newsletter.  Fill out your profile with favorite genres and say yes to genre news to get the monthly update for your favorite genres.

    Sign Up
×
×
  • Create New...