Frank Goes Out On A Date

~ Frank Solanki

I set up a date
With a woman with whom
I had been flirting
For a good many months
I had come to know her a great deal
We had chatted a lot
Yet I had never seen her face
It didn’t bother me much
She had me, and she knew it
The intrigue was burning within me
I wanted to meet her
See her and experience her
The desire flamed my veins

When the day came
I didn’t groom myself particularly well
I knew she didn’t care about
How a person looked
The soul is what matters to her

I reached the spot early
Too early I guess
Too eager, and perhaps too desperate
For a chance to meet the love of my life
She had decided the time
She always does, she says
I waited patiently for the
Hands of the clock to turn

A young girl walked up to me
She said, “I know you’re here to see my sister
But you can’t meet her just yet
Why don’t you grab my hand meanwhile
And take a walk with me?”

Before I could come up with a response
She grabbed my hand and led me
On a dark, lonely road
We walked for a while
Then I began to tire
My face grew pale and
My blood ran cold
My muscles began to droop and
My body was sapped
She was unaffected
She smiled through it all

I ask her repeatedly if I could meet her sister
She says she isn’t done playing with me
Me and her, we still walk this dark, lonely road
The hands of the clock are turning, slowly

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43 thoughts on “Frank Goes Out On A Date”

  4. I must admit, I initially approached the story with skepticism, but as I delved deeper, I realized you were skillfully using distinct personalities to convey a nuanced meaning. The ingenuity in your wordplay intrigued me, and I found myself savoring every line. Your command of language is truly impressive.

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    1. Hello, Atinuke! Thank you for your kind words. Truly appreciate it 😇
      I am curious, however, to know the reason you approached this with skepticism. May I know why? Was it something to do with the silly title?

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      1. You’re welcome.
        The primary factor was the title, and my initial approach to the story was quite straightforward, much like any casual reader. Based on the title, I anticipated a narrative about a disappointing or disastrous date. However, upon completing the story, I realized my assumption was incorrect. It prompted me to revisit the text with an artistic perspective to grasp the intended message.

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      1. Hmmm… interesting test. I think the women represent parts of the narrator himself. The first woman is the narrator’s high hopes. And the sister represents the work that he has to do to achieve those hopes. Or am I over-thinking the poem?

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        1. Oh that’s so good! I believe you’ve hit the spot there. Only I am not as positively charged as you are. For me, the woman is Death and her sister is Suffering. The narrator wishes to meet Death, but first he must age and suffer. Maybe I’ve not made the poem too grim for it to be viewed that way. Perhaps I should sit down and edit it someday. But try and read it again from this new point of view and let me know if it makes more (or less) sense now

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          1. Whoa! I hadn’t thought of Death and Suffering as the sisters. So I read your poem again, and the line “The soul is what matters to her” hits home with how she would be Death. Neat how we can have different takes on the poem. Somebody much smarter than me said that artists and writers create half of a work. The audience creates the other half with their interpretation and perception of the work.

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