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I MUST STAY DRUNK ON WRITING SO REALITY DOES NOT DESTROY ME.
The oddly striking image would have gotten my attention, too; however, the words would not have come to me as they came to you. I enjoyed reading them.
Looks like it's never been painted since 1935! You are right - whoever's in there probably would be no more attracted to 2016, than 1935. Nice choice of words.
There was a little window pointed and blue, no time could warp it for still it stood true, the curtain behind it an echo in tone, the human behind it she felt so alone, for so long she waited for him to return, the one who had built it then left her to yearn, open but closed like the way of her heart, she would miss him always when they were apart, but now it is over this waiting for him, glad it's left open for them to come in, that would take her forever away from the view, she saw from inside that ensemble of blue :)
These poems, so beautiful, had me in tears and reminded me of this story, this song. ?? Anyway. I love James Keelaghan's work. I think the masters degree in history plays some role? The wondereful poetry. I hopee this is not a diversion. To me it isn't. Thank you for posting your poems. Both of you. xxx
Great image and words...Did the blue window inspire you? Hope you are well.
ReplyDeleteYes, all is well E, thanks. I needed a few days' break. This blue window entranced me.
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I know I shouldn't, but I love peeking in people's windows, and a pair of closed curtains would be very frustrating!
ReplyDeleteClosed curtains do not affect me that way Nick, they just unleash my imagination as you can see.
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The oddly striking image would have gotten my attention, too; however, the words would not have come to me as they came to you. I enjoyed reading them.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anita!
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Looks like it's never been painted since 1935! You are right - whoever's in there probably would be no more attracted to 2016, than 1935. Nice choice of words.
ReplyDeleteIt struck me as very weird RJA - the fresh air gap the dark curtains - very unusual here. Thank you.
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Intriguing window. I'd be curious to know what behind it.
ReplyDeleteThere was a little window pointed and blue, no time could warp it for still it stood true, the curtain behind it an echo in tone, the human behind it she felt so alone, for so long she waited for him to return, the one who had built it then left her to yearn, open but closed like the way of her heart, she would miss him always when they were apart, but now it is over this waiting for him, glad it's left open for them to come in, that would take her forever away from the view, she saw from inside that ensemble of blue :)
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, Anon. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Anon!
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These poems, so beautiful, had me in tears and reminded me of this story, this song. ?? Anyway. I love James Keelaghan's work. I think the masters degree in history plays some role? The wondereful poetry. I hopee this is not a diversion. To me it isn't. Thank you for posting your poems. Both of you. xxx
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kcPjpzxsMw&list=PL_okj8qyFT9v99E-bce_YiPPbUDXHOk5N&index=8
Thanks for sharing, Janey!
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