Richard Fenwick ~ Poet
from "Around The World Without A Sail"
Coffee Shop Noise
In a rare burst of November sun,
I sat outside a coffee shop
watching for signs of poetry,
listening to white noise filter
across the sidewalk, stacking notes
in a journal that trickled
from blue pen to yellow page.
I wrote of a white-button moon
lying flat on the sky’s blue shirt,
telephone wires stretched high
like lines on sheet music, birds
perched on them as quarter notes
over idling or sleeping cars.
I jotted small poems dedicated
to the couple arguing a wedding,
flicking angry cigarettes at
a plastic ashtray, black lab
panting at their feet,
and to the woman behind me
growling for sugar, her husband’s
metal chair scraping concrete
as he jumped to rescue her,
and of course I wrote a poem
dedicated to you,
sitting at your corner table
under a weathered poster
of Sri Lanka, stacking notes
in your tiny book,
and how I wondered if
you were writing about me,
the gray-haired man whose table
had just been covered in shade.
I find the poetry of Rickard Fenwick to be clean and polished. I mean clean as in no extraneous or unnecessary words for filler. Polished, in that tell the reader so much of the subject in short, concise lines, using descriptive metaphor.
I immediately came to appreciate Richard’s poetry upon reading the first penned lines, a few years ago, after meeting him at a meetup with a local poet’s group. He was genuine. His work was polished, and powerful. This poem is written in Iambic Tetrameter (four feet/line).That was one of the first things I noticed about his work. He moves between Tetrameter and Pentameter, which mirrors so much of my own work. I realized early on I had met a poet’s kindred spirit.
I will of course be posting more of Richard’s poetry in the future, as many times as I am able to wrest the poems from him. Enjoy.