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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Late summer's stroll

There’s a sidewalk here,
the city has poured,
cemented with smooth
and perfect squares.
It leads to all
the usual places,
only altering when
at last it crumbles.

There's also the rough-
cut route I’ll walk,
taking Aeolus
by his shaky hand
to stroll where moths mingle,
dandelions dance, and
destinations giggle
tickled by our setting suns.


This is my contribution to the dialog my dear friend human being is having on her blog Thus Spake the Crow.

6 comments:

manik sharma said...

"only altering when
at last it crumbles"

eventuality ...dark n beautiful

hellooo....

human being said...

hey Francis!
this is flawlessly beautiful!

both the images and the thoughts... the thoughts that have provoked the images... as well as the thoughts the images provoke...

as i was studying this gem, my mind swung between the two... gently... as if it was taking the hand of the wind...
:)

and this work for me is magic too!
know why?
because you anwered a question of mine...

one of the earliest posts of this series on my blog was about the obstacles on my path... first rock, then water... and after that, the wind...
and i presented my attitudes facing each of them... but what i wrote for the wind was ambiguous... i couldn't see how that would happen... (that was why i didn't put it up)

and you answered that question... now i know!
:D

wow! this entanglement! this quantum entanglement is so rewarding, no?

i 'watched' your words here and let the images shape... i saw those two paths... and i heard the giggle...

some say all the stories are already told... the true artist just creates a new way to retell them... in way they seem fresh...


yours is a very inventive... new... and creative representation of this concept that, what really matters is the way not the destination...

it's all light... no darkness, when we get the wisdom behind these words...

the trick is that light is hidden somewhere between the words (aelus, shaky, giggle, setting sun) and (mingle, dance, tickle)...


ah... better to stop!
i can write several pages on this!

thanks Francis... thanks for honoring me to share your wisdom with us...

i'm on my way to put it up on my blog...

this is a magic wand we can hold in our hand whenever we get disappointed on the path... then our eyes opens to new things!

namaste to you, my dear friend!





colectiv
is the wv!


gosh! and we were talking about dialog... and entanglement and all that collective stuff...
:)

who is behind this machine?!!!!

human being said...

it's up now, Francis...

http://dearteachercrow.blogspot.com/2010/07/twenty-two.html

Francis Scudellari said...

@manik hello... I'm glad you liked this.

@hb The honor is mine to be included in the dialog. I think the machine has become its own who now, fully entangled with all of us who interact on it.

Richa said...

I came across your poem on Human Being's blog. This poem is amazing, it sure felt like it aroused a vision, a feel deep within.

This was what poetry is for me, diving into another world and being there and staying for a bit. I like your world.

Francis Scudellari said...

@Richa Thanks so much. I hope you'll come by and visit my worlds for a little bit again.