On the occasion
of his late mother’s birthday
my beloved friend, Michel,
chose to quit smoking,
making her, even after her death,
the gift of his life.
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On the occasion
of his late mother’s birthday
my beloved friend, Michel,
chose to quit smoking,
making her, even after her death,
the gift of his life.
A tall, pretty Khassidic woman
stands on the stoop of her house
up the street from me.
Beside her, her tightly bundled
two and a half year old.
I stop and address her in Yiddish
and to my delight, she responds.
Later, I observe that not many Khassidic women
will talk with an unfamiliar man.
“Ich hob nit kein moireh,”
she replies. (I’m not afraid).
In the absence of fear,
I think, walking away,
there is all the more room for love.
I haven't been here in a while. That last poem is quite nice Prince.
Now who is ending their poems prophetically?Quote:
“Ich hob nit kein moireh,”
she replies. (I’m not afraid).
In the absence of fear,
I think, walking away,
there is all the more room for love.
One wonders when this day without fear will come for everyone.
I LOVE how you sum up these people so pithily. And you see them with a such a kind eye. It is apparent that you love people. It allows us to believe that their is hope for humanity.
Assuming that "pitily" was meant to be pithily, I thintherely hope you don't have a lithp?Quote:
Originally Posted by qimissung
Just ahead of me
a young woman
pushed an empty stroller
followed close behind
by a little paddler
in a maroon snowsuit,
Paloma,
a foot and a half tall,
a year and a half old,
singing her own song:
Anh-anh-anh, anh-anh-anh,
It's pothible! :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Tho happy to hear that! Do you know that in Castile they speak with an intentional lisp, eividently because one of their rulers had one and everyone adopted that possibly to avoid embarassng him.Quote:
Originally Posted by qimissung
Thee you later!
The cafe was almost empty
this morning,
which made me think
of a church
in which one could feel
God’s loneliness.
I really like these and your ability to capture moments seething with ornate melancholy in the least pretentious way.
Oh, heck, if God's lonely, then we're all screwed.
(Loved that one Prince - I know the feeling, and yet, I kind of love it. Miss you!)
At La Moulerie
a middle-aged woman
in a tall, imperious hat
sits across the table
from an older man,
who mumbles his food.
A 70 year old Chinese woman
from up the street
turns her head
to acknowledge my greeting:
Djo sawn!And as she continues on her way
Djo sawn!
I note in the angle of her walk
the shy young girl she must have been
Awesome! I can see her so vividly, still a little shy and awkward...