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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Walking Towards Friends





Walking

Towards

Friends


A. S. Patric



The kind of weather

that lifts the leaves

from battered bunches

floating them

in the air

and passing each, each

across the glass and steel

of these moving streets

at

10 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 29, 2010 at 5:04 PM

    Lovely, Alec, just lovely (and I mean 'lovely' in the deeper sense).

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  2. A. S. PatricMay 30, 2010 at 9:08 AM

    Thanks for the lovely comment Nigel. Much appreciated.

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  3. AnonymousMay 31, 2010 at 10:51 PM

    Beautiful snapshot, Alec - and the image with it! I like the 'battered bunches' - the phrase really stands out as

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  4. A. S. PatricJune 2, 2010 at 6:25 AM

    Cheers Mr Capes. May the same wind move through your neighbourhood.

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  5. AnonymousJune 4, 2010 at 4:05 AM

    Alec, it is wonderful. tender and stirring
    it works so well with that photo...

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  6. A. S. PatricJune 5, 2010 at 6:09 PM

    Thanks Dhjan. And yes that photo is brilliant. I don't know who took it, or where it was taken. I just came across it and it was unattributed. And that's something I like about images as well. They can just blow through our lives and end up at our feet like a leaf.

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  7. AnonymousJune 9, 2010 at 12:27 AM

    Being walked towards

    Bowing into the wind,
    pockets filled
    with clenched fists
    bitten by
    a seabreeze
    'til ducking in-
    to a lunchbar;
    still a good man
    is hard to find.

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  8. A. S. PatricJune 9, 2010 at 7:43 AM

    A poem answering a poem is a gift. Thanks JB.

    And I love the post on your blog that gives a context to both poems. For anyone interested, check it out at the link below-->

    http://jeremybalius.wordpress.com/2010/06/08/on-community-gardening-but-a-good-man-is-still-hard-to-find/

    Cheers my good man.

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  9. UnknownJune 15, 2010 at 9:22 AM

    Brings to mind an idea of Neil Gaiman's, that city's are in fact alive. Each one has its own dreams.
    Sometimes, when you pay close enough attention, you can hear the city sigh. Sometimes content, sometimes disappointed.

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  10. A. S. PatricJune 15, 2010 at 11:07 AM

    I love that idea Marc. As you posted your comment I was about to put up 'Falling Leaves.' Seems like a bit of synchronicity.

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