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Death of a Restaurant Chain

17 Oct

This poem is in an experimental state….meaning I just might rewrite it or eliminate it altogether. In case you need clarity, it is a conversation. Everyone dies and so do things and ideas and restaurants where people build relationships and break hearts and mend minds……

 

They’re shutting down.

Points to  a memory.

 

Something shuts, a window, a door,

A conversation over a particular flavour.

 

Couldn’t they try, floundering fish,

To stay alive?

 

Shrug(hug?)

Life goes on.

 

It’s full on weekends.

What’s the point?

 

Changing trends.

Chains rust too you know.

They lose their sparkle

As the young keep coming, keep coming

Can you stop the stampede?

They look the other way.

 

Closure.

All forgotten.

Our love?

 

© neelthemuse,2011

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Posted by on October 17, 2011 in Day to day

 

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4 responses to “Death of a Restaurant Chain

  1. thebabelblog

    October 17, 2011 at 4:35 pm

    After reading it a few times I feel like this poem is on the cusp of being really good. I can’t place my finger on it but is there any chance we could read another version of this same poem? I’m interested to see what would happen if you made the fact that they’re having a conversation more in your face so to speak. Maybe have an old married couple having the conversation, include some detail like the old man playing with the salt shaker as she talks about the change in trends. Just a thought, but please don’t trash it.

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  2. simon7banks

    October 17, 2011 at 4:51 pm

    Don’t eliminate it! It could stand on its own or form part of a sequence.

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  3. neelthemuse

    October 18, 2011 at 4:49 am

    A narrative poem? Well….you have a point….let’s see how it goes. I’ll just have to wait and see how it grows:) Thank you for your suggestion….you have thrown some light on the situation and I’m going to re-version it.

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  4. neelthemuse

    October 18, 2011 at 4:50 am

    Thank you Simon….until the last line came in I was doubtful about the poem. But then it took on a life of its own.

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