Life is poetry waiting to be written
I’ve read a couple of these responses to the image. So far, I like this one the best.
Anthony...thank-you:) today this means more than it would on some days.
Simple words, profound.
Vivid ... I felt and smelled the lunchroom.
I'd agree with Anthony. Your words put me there in the lunch room with you.
but the most over-powering elementin the crowded roomis not the smellbut the heavy pallof lonelinessand tedium...The back-to-work whistle,their saving gracelove the strong imagery your lines painted here, powerful tale.
I've read this poem three times. I want to say how much I like it, but I can't find the words. It's simply excellent. I know this place.
nice...loce the focus on the smells...the smell of tedium and loneliness sits heavy...well done...
Saving grace....so true and beautifully spoken Janet!
I saw thsi picture somewhere else....... must be popular!
Last line is great. Makes the workplace preferable to the canteen.
i like that you used the smell as part of the poem.. brilliant!!
Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.