The Speed of Love
Nick Winkworth
Response
The Vaguery of Us
Lisa Nielsen
Inspiration Piece
There is constant motion
There is the speed at which you think you know me
There are sinkholes
That turn into minefields
Then there’s us
Cornered in a café
A conversation ambling
And dissipating
Into the piles of china and silverware
And the squish of restless shoes
Waiting
Fingers form steeples
Mouthing a whisper
If these lips could talk
They’d want an answer
3 Comments
The poem and the photo possess wonderful imagery.
Beautiful on every level. Both pictures and word flow perfectly. Bravo.
The words capture the motion in the image, the image suggests the theme of the poem. They fit together perfectly!