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Have you ever read something so perfect that you wished to hell you had written it? Well this is how I felt when I read this, Jer. :) I loved this very much. :thumbs_upQuote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
These were the lines that spoke to me ... how quietly and in a mature fashion, one can let go and make peace with an emotion ....Quote:
It was all right.
I hadn’t been using it anyway.
Hope I make sense... :blush:
At the table in front of me,
in loose camouflage pants,
matching baseball cap,
sneakers and a long
battle-ship grey, cable-knit sweater,
folded over at the sleeves,
a guy smokes a Turkish cigarette.
Beside him, a shopping cart
filled with refundable
soda-pop cans
Karim reports
that he showed the snapshot I wrote about him
to his daughter, Amelia, 20.
"Daddy," she exclaimed,
"You’re a good man!"
I look up, surprised
to see my old friend, Gerry T.,
approaching. Pouch-faced with age
but with a smile
as expectant as ever,
he’s visiting from Ireland,
came by expecting to find me here
at my usual hour and we launch immediately
into a 50-year old conversation
as fragrant as freshly-risen bread
Your snapshots are brilliant, this one especially so. This experience of taking up a 50- (in my case it would rather be a 30) year-old conversation is one I can relate to very well. To liken it to the fragrance of freshly-risen bread is a wonderful simile.
The pleasure of writing these is for the most part its own reward but it doesn't hurt - no, it doesn't exactly hurt - to receive appreciation such as yours.Quote:
Originally Posted by windblown
And in reference to your cyber-name, this Irish wish: May the wind be always at your back and the road rise up to meet you!
I liked that line best, too (a 50-year old conversation). it reminds me about one of my best guy friends, whom I only see once a year but whenever we do manage to meet up it's as if we talked to each other every day.
This morning a festival
of warmth. First Robert
(Ro-bear), the dishwasher,
comes by and bestows on me
a smile that is more gum
than teeth, then coming up the alley,
Geeta-of-my-heart waves,
in her other hand
her son, Divender,
just turned five
Today, as the sun falls away,
I get into easy, episodic conversation
with Hashem, a bird-like young man
from Pakistan, with flowing black hair
and a blanket thrown over
his slender shoulders,
and his companion, Katya,
robust, smiling,
like a healthy forest plant
Rounding the corner
I catch sight of a twisted scrap of a man,
swivelling on one crutch,
eyes wild with incomprehension,
beseeching,
his tongue flicking out
rapidly, repeatedly
as if in search for words
What a nice way to end the day, with a cuppa PrinceMyshkin!
Luke, with his large,
good-humoured face and shiny head
without a hair north of his eye-brows,
sits across the table from Julie,
a girl still shrugging the mantle
of womanhood across her slender shoulders,
the two of them in the sixth year
of their second-date conversation
A young woman walks by,
her cheek pressed against her cell-phone
as if it were the chest
of her beloved
Wonderful words that keeps the reader in suspense! Encore! Encore!Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Where are you, Prince? Are you out snapping more pictures? The way you see people makes me want to.....see people. ;)