The scene : Wholefood co-op shop, their post Christmas sale…
I am browsing, the spelt crackers, miso paste, crunchy peanut butter ..hmmm. I enjoy the ambiance in this place, homely non supermarket wooden shelves, mis-shapen vegetables, supporting local cake maker, hens, community noticeboard advertising Hatha yoga, student rooms, Raiki therapists. Unusual these days in being run by a co-operative group of employees. I imagine they choose to take low wages here, in exchange for an alternative work culture, lack of hierarchy. I pause by the display of oat biscuits, because there is an interesting dialogue going on behind me. Between a shop worker and a sentimental customer, who sounds tender hearted.

Young Woman: Aaaah, such lovely Christmas things, so pretty
Shop Worker : Hmmmm
Young Woman: Isn’t Christmas such a lovely time, aaah
Shop Worker : If you celebrate Christmas
Young woman: Aaah, but it is so special…
Shop Worker : I don’t celebrate Christmas, I am a pagan, we don’t..
Young Woman: For the kids, they love it
Shop Worker : I don’t have any kids
Young Woman : Aaaah, no kids ?
Shop Worker : There’s no ‘Aaaah’ about it !
Young Woman says nothing.
A kind of culture clash between them, I think.
Next, another kind of dialogue, with oneself. Thanks to Maja’s idea : https://businessinrhyme.com/2017/01/18/the-poem-strikes-back-creative-writing-

Dialogue with myself.
If a poem speaks …
What would a poem say to you ?
How are you today ?
It’s Sunday
I feel the dark days blues are melting.
Bare winter tree outside my window
— look — has tiny pink buds stuck on its fingertips.
See a puffed up pigeon strutting his stuff.
Wrapped in quiet today
me, myself, I feel calm today.
Pale peach, tequila sunrise – ish,
not blue any-more
February 13, 2017 at 12:43 pm
Thank you very much for the blog, lovely as usual. Much love Mark
February 13, 2017 at 2:56 pm
Glad you like the ‘Diverse Dialogues’ – expect you can picture the scene ! Know you’re a fan of wholefood….
February 12, 2017 at 4:24 pm
I think a poem may say:
Here I am
Surprised? Well, that’s the basic idea.
Take me or leave me, I won’t care
Or even notice –
Much.
I am too clever by half – jealous?
Forget it. Live, read, and learn.
February 12, 2017 at 5:37 pm
I like the directness, the punchiness of what your poem says to you. A clear message.