We, the Coronado Scribes, consist of both professional and amateur writers. We have in common a desire to learn, by sharing our efforts and listening to other writers. We hold pressure-less sessions every Wednesday, at the Coronado Library conference room, starting at 1:30. Often we have guests who wish to just listen. They are welcome, and so are you.
Each week on eCoronado, we feature a different piece of prose or poetry produced by one of our writers. Please feel free to comment or ask questions in the comment section below.
Not Much Yin, But My Yang Works.
She looked about 60.
Blond, sunglasses, thin,
Head facing forward,
Intent on avoiding eye contact.
Uncomfortable without a prompt.
Dogs and small children make potential bridges.
On my morning constitutional,
Rose, on a short leash, allows me to say “Hi”.
I am at least middle aged,
Unless one expects to live past 150.
I got no response when I greeted the blond,
And my second “good morning” did no better.
Another “middle aged” man
Taking pity on my abject defeat,
Offered a sympathetic
“That’s OK, I’ll say good morning”.
Accepting the spirit of his message
I loudly addressed the entire planet:
“Good morning world,”
While wondering about the 60 year old blond.
Old men with small dogs
Do not usually suggest a mugging.
I wasn’t wearing a bathrobe,
So I wasn’t likely to flash her.
She may have been planning
The murder of her nasty husband
And was simply too self-absorbed
To hear the man 5 feet in front of her.
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A young man was waiting in the wrong line.
Knowing I was in the right line
Before he was in the wrong line,
I prepared for battle.
I moved forward with MY line,
Planting both feet firmly,
Waiting for my adversary to protest.
He spoke….
OK, he didn’t speak.
He laughed at himself
For being in the wrong line.
And stepped in behind me.
