the air (very forgiving)
has clasped its hands
together on the corner
where I stood and
knit again its meddling
fingers (prised open by
my eager enquiries).
Up the whole length
of the avenue and
right down to the end
of the street
no searching eye
detains me;
galleries, too,
have dusted their exhibits
of my inquisitive gaze.
Not one water-walking
shadow strolling the lake
in the park is mine;
just a muddled hotel register
remembers my name
and one bagman’s memory
trawls my smile
through several months
of absorbing subway darkness.
lol. Love that smile that lingers. There maybe no visual remnant of your trip but you left an impression and took one with you. Awesome write. You are so insightful. Liz
This is an exquisite pen, Kate, it's the journey that
never ends for we wanderers. I've had to read it a few
times just to think on it and be able to comment...
we do fear 'obscurity and oblivion' stunning piece, powerful
It's a joy to read your work. ;)
THIS IS EXCELLENT WORK! THE MIXTURE OF WHIMSICAL, MELENCHOLY...IS WELL IMAGED...ONE RE-VISITING AFTER AN ABSENCE OF SOME TIME. ENJOYED AND THANKS FOR SHARING. BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
You have such a knack of holding an image through an entire poem-- mere metaphors become allegories-- and that fading image, Cheshire-cat-like, is nothing short of wonderful. --Charlie
mortality's camera lens snaps quickly and decidedly -- shadows on paper the only remnants of who was -- my value and impact of no significance save a fleeting appearance at the window of life -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael
Darlin Sage... I have Dylan Thomas as my very shadow at the present time. He is with me everywhere I go. He said almost the very same thing and, I believe, laboured under the same preoccupations. His purported final words were: "After 39 years, this is all I've done". Perhaps he also greatly feared obscurity and oblivion. Bless you, xx
Ah, that's what the She-King of Egypt thought! Hatshepsut, motivated to rule ancient Egypt for 21 years while her stepson stood in the shadows. Her mummy and true story have come to light. Something oddly touching of her fingertips, leaving everywhere, grace where all other human grace had vanished. Our primordial vanity as Tourist, and our tenuous intimacies, only brief for a passing world, archaeology's toolbox supports Tourist and I leave you with this, that Hatshepsut was more afraid of anonymity than death, when she said, "Now my heart turns this way and that, as I think what the people will say. Those who see my monuments in years to come, and who shall speak of what I have done." I relate to what she said so much, as it is how I feel and what I echo...be well, Kate.
Love,
Sage
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on December 1, 2009
Remarkable writing, as always, Kate. I recently wrote in my journal in observance of the very small place I take up in this world - whether it be in the local environ or relative to the Universe. The physicality of life, though, is deceiving because while the space we take up in body may be small and seemingly inconsequential, our being.ness beyond the frame is, indeed, part of the broader Omni-experience. And, so, no place you have ever frequented or visited is left untouched by your presence - particularly YOUR presence - nor will it ever come out from under the spell of your keen and creative and beautiful way. Indeed, I imagine every place you've been is better, somehow enhanced, by you having been there.
The mind can travel and take us to strange cities and strange people, a kind of escape from realities that hurt us badly and so, we pack a suitcase with thoughts and there we go!
the air (very forgiving)
has clasped its hands
together on the corner
where I stood and
knit again its meddling
fingers (prised open by
my eager enquiries).
This is a deep look at the tourist and how much one's footsteps mean in the end. Always leave a decent tip and their memories will be better the next time.
Blessings and love,
Susan
I "feel" deep and impactful meaning emanating from your verses, Kate. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 30, 2009
Somehow it should be more, huh, Kate? To wander down the road seeing and finding and touching should be enough. But it really isn't is it? Sometimes I thing The Wanderer has the best fix on the whole shebang.
The stroll throught unfamiliarity and shadows that we feel and experinece in others worlds is often lost soul feeling that can only be captured in snapshots and old polaroids. I enjoyed this one Kate well done.
fee
Kate,
You pass through sad and dark, this is Kate questioning gently but very firmly her own ghost, her impact and contribution...and everyone else's. It leaves me with a strange warmth because I can relate well.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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A well penned and enjoyable reading
Love & peace be with you
William
never ends for we wanderers. I've had to read it a few
times just to think on it and be able to comment...
we do fear 'obscurity and oblivion' stunning piece, powerful
It's a joy to read your work. ;)
Love,
Sage
I've actually felt this way on vacation. I like that you tapped into those feelings and gave them a mysterious end. Nicely written. Hugs,
Sheila
Georg
Newfie hugs, Rose
the air (very forgiving)
has clasped its hands
together on the corner
where I stood and
knit again its meddling
fingers (prised open by
my eager enquiries).
Tourist is so easy to identify with.
-gene.
Blessings and love,
Susan
Regis
George
fee
You pass through sad and dark, this is Kate questioning gently but very firmly her own ghost, her impact and contribution...and everyone else's. It leaves me with a strange warmth because I can relate well.
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D