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.Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
I loved this very much.
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 ....It was all right.
I hadn’t been using it anyway.
Hope I make sense...
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
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.
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
Last edited by PrinceMyshkin; 10-15-2008 at 06:36 AM. Reason: "Katia" should have been "Katya"
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!
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
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!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Where are you, Prince? Are you out snapping more pictures? The way you see people makes me want to.....see people.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
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