Pictured Left : “Grandma and Grandpa in the Latin Quarter”, available on Amazon Books.
Fiction, 2,863 story words.
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Poetry in Fiction, Samples
Grandma and Grandpa in the Latin Quarter
Poetry in Fiction, in a Short Story
It’s a bit more of a challenge, in a short story like this one, full of fun dialog and nuance, to grab a portion to format into poetry, or at least how poetry is more usually recognized.
I did, once, write a dialog type poem for a dVersePoets prompt, but that piece as a whole was dialog (interior and exterior).
So I’ll stick with one of several nice descriptive passages I like in this short story.
One that, in re-reading it today for the first time in awhile, I was very pleasantly surprised how endearing, and humorous, across several generations at times, it is.
I hope you enjoy this short excerpt.
Fiction & Poetry, Pros & Cons
It’s kinda ironic that, the strength I see most in each, is in its context.
The fiction excerpt usually has much more power in its context within thousands of other words to give it associated meaning.
While the poetry rendition of the excerpt, gains its power, from its opening lines, to whatever it is the reader brings to the lines. Isolated from everything, except the reader and the text immediately on the page.
I like both.
Grandma and Grandpa in the Latin Quarter, Excerpt
Rosetta sipped from a fresh glass of wine, dark and deep with Mediterranean grape.
The quiet soothed her, more than the wine. The thick stone walls of the restaurant served as a bastion. Deflecting the slings of unwanted thoughts. Not bad thoughts, just too many. She breathed deeply, a habit from the yoga she and Arturo enjoyed. The quiet filled her. Their food was being gathered, steaming on large plates, in the small kitchen nearby, and faintly, she could hear Arturo’s steps ascending the stairs from below. She was ready, and glad, to eat, she smiled, as the waiter steamed toward her.
© 2013 felipe adan lerma
sipped from a fresh glass of wine
deep with Mediterranean grape.
The quiet soothed her
more than the wine.
thick stone walls of the restaurant
served as a bastion.
of unwanted thoughts.
Not bad thoughts, just
She breathed deeply
a habit from the yoga she and Arturo enjoyed.
The quiet filled her.
Their food was being gathered
on large plates
in the small kitchen
she could hear Arturo’s steps ascending the stairs from below.
She was ready
glad to eat, she smiled
as the waiter steamed toward her.
© 2013 felipe adan lerma
Excerpt from a FB post I made for this Title
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i reread this little story the day it went up free, and was very pleasantly surprised how well it help up vs my last memory of it (sweet, nice, not bad) – what i saw this slightly detached go-round, besides more humor than i’d remembered, and a bit more nuanced banter between the two seniors, was the reader-perceptual contrast between grandma and grandpa’s interior lives and interaction, vs my (the reader) perceptual shock of how they “appeared” to me vs the 6 grandchildren when they all met up near the end of the book – the same two people, as “seen” by the teens and tweens, are different, not bad or less, but different; it just struck me as very interesting and unexpected i learned there
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- Speakeasy 107! The Night Before Christmas: Grandpa’s Story (bastetandsekhmet.wordpress.com)
- Journal # 9: Grandma (amandaqu95.wordpress.com)
namaste´- con dios – god be with you
*** INTEGRATING YOGA FITNESS AND THE ARTS