breakfast at tiffany’s

sitting on this bench for days
or months already, years?

there’s nothing of importance
and few things make us cry, it’s
neither warm nor cold, we don’t
get wet, the clouds keep moving &

Why shouldn’t they? you ask.

Again i have no answers,
haven’t barely heard the question
and it feels like we have never met, it

happened somewhere on the way
and now
the traffic seems to make no sense nor
does it hurt ‘cos glass panes

hush the sound and graffiti on bus stop walls
tells stories no one wants to hear

We should’ve headed for the moon, i say,
you nod, or maybe rather for the sun?
he would’ve burnt us –

between passing cars sits silence, so
we keep searching mouse-grey streets
between Big Red and smoked down
cigarettes for common ground

and bowing low i start to fall,
watching the ants eat the last lonely crumbs
of summer and a blue wind
blows us cold..

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59 responses to “breakfast at tiffany’s

  1. Though this has a rather sad stream running through it, I smiled while I read it because it captures life, relationships, endings, or just resignation so realistically. How I envy how you are able to weave words with emotions, then paint in imagination.

  2. Hi! Claudia…
    Your spoken and written words are…beautiful!…after reading your poem I thought Of two people without answer(s) or two people who are in search Of answer(s)…In The end, your… “spoken and written words are still…beautiful!”

    [postscript! I like the title Of your poem…A “nod” to Miss [Audrey] Hepburn, perhaps?]
    Thanks, for sharing!
    deedee 😉

    • hey DeeDee – one of my colleagues always calls me Audrey because she says i look very much alike her…but i don’t really do..

  3. Writing a poem appropriate for that quicksilver place called “common ground” is like chewing on marbles and reading sonnets to the moon–but somehow I think you nailed it. The scene is surreal because the common ground is to, or not real enough, so everything else has to float around bumping into each other strangely. Nice job.

  4. Very Prufockian list of the dismals that drag us down, erode our buoyancy and our relationships. There’s a lot of weariness here, with oneself, with the other, with the life, but no matter how blue, you always wail the words, Claudia. Fine riff on the blues.

  5. smiles. you capture the moment well claudia, as i said earlier it has a bit different feel which i like…can you say graffiti again? smiles….there is a heaviness to the moment you carry well throughout…

  6. “hey DeeDee – one of my colleagues always calls me Audrey because she says i look very much alike her…but i don’t really do…”

    Oh! yes, Claudia, I remember you mentioning that fact, when you, left your first comment on my blog… and my response: There is something about the eyes, your pixie-nish,(Sp) and your haircut (style,)
    I most definitely, I think the kindness too!

  7. A different tune for you but it is a blues nonetheless. A little weary and jazzy at the same time. It’s hard to look up or feel the sun when you’re feeling so down. Well done. Gay

  8. Hi Claudia….

    this pulled me right in….but I see it as a middle moment, when we don’t know what is for the future, or really what is immediately in front of ourselves…or maybe this is just the way it struck me.

    But it evokes something very human and deep in this reader.

    Thank you, Claudia…for your always relevant and moving poetry.

    Lady Nyo

  9. Traffic, graffiti and clouds, oh my! There is a tenderness underlying the dissatisfaction the piece explores. You are gentle with your reader. I love “smoked down cigarrettes for common ground.” Been there in another lifetime. This was an engaging read that left me feeling a little sad, but grounded.

  10. I’ve never seen the movie, but this seems to tell the story of a couple who have never really lived – for a long time – and have finally withered like ash. Loved your reading.

  11. My favorite lines: “between passing cars sits silence, so
    we keep searching mouse-grey streets
    between Big Red and smoked down
    cigarettes for common ground”

    always looking for that common ground.

  12. you’ve captured well the “holly golightly” numbness in this piece… the layers built up to protect the soul until nobody and nothing can break through… and i love the last bit:

    “and bowing low i start to fall,
    watching the ants eat the last lonely crumbs
    of summer and a blue wind
    blows us cold..”

    a poignant and melancholy piece, but i feel hopeful for them, to have a happy ending.

  13. Sigh. I am back in Claudia land — and so happy!

    Your words weave magic into visible threads of colour wrapping the world all up in wonder!

  14. Well captured in image and thought. One of my favorite classics. I even caught my daughter watching sometime back at 6 in the morning. Sorry went off track. 🙂

  15. You have all these bits & pieces (graffiti, traffic, smokes, emotions scattered) woven through a tale of endings, or perhaps a minor pause….either way it’s a moving piece..

    well done Miss Claudia!!

  16. “We should’ve headed for the moon, i say,
    you nod, or maybe rather for the sun?
    he would’ve burnt us –”

    Loved the punch in these lines…

  17. Searching for common ground and feeling nothing but boredom, waiting for answers that never come. Very effective imagery evokes an existential mood. Enjoyed it.

  18. the last para was certainly my favorite, you weave the story very nicely, it’s almost as if I am there too.

  19. The last stanza is killer, Claudia. I checked you tags and now have to see if I can find the tune on Youtube, an old fave of mine. A write with a lot of space, breathing room, which is a nice change…it lets the indifference, or perhaps distance, become forefront. Wonderful read ~

  20. I felt drawn into the story…like the end of something, a dying relationship perhaps, and life moves on, though their relationship has stagnated over time. Sad, evocative, I felt the scene.

  21. I was roped in right from the title!! And then your words moved me with them.. into various worlds.. a fast paced one to one of deliberation… a fleeting one to one of reflection..

    Everything just flowed… and made a LOT OF SENSE too!!
    Beautifully written, Claudia… the last few lines were simply brilliant! Vivid images came to mind on reading those lines..

  22. You know I adore your readings.

    Its all been said here, theres nothing of worth I can add to whats already been written here.

  23. Claudia, I so love your voice! You carry such an urban but worldly vibe in all your great works, and this is no different. You draw us in, and show us your world in conversation that is alive with color and vibrancy…another wonderful visit for me!

  24. Really like the pause, space element in this, despite much being shown and expressed, there is somehow a space, a waiting space that is breathing; that reflects the past, the future you seem to be almost ready to move on and into, without this person next to you; and this current state of limbo, assessing what was, what could have been, or should have been, is expressed, as just how it is, and as a still quiet overture, before you get up and get off the bench, and walk into a different future…

  25. Pictures of something dying of greyness, city concrete, only a small patch of life left as the cold of endings closes in. Very cool journey through emotion imaged this way. Thanks, Claudia!

  26. i must echo Brian and Gay that this is a bit of a different tune for you, Claudia. i love it from the title through the last verse!

  27. I just love the steady stream of sensory input you carry us upon through your poems, Claudia. And when we reach the end of the ride, as I did here, we go “Whew, how about that? Oh, let’s go again!”

  28. So many shades ran through the words from everyday life, sadness to change of season! It felt rather comforting- it’s sure hot in here (New Delhi- India)

    Sending you many hugs for sharing a piece of life xoxox