Friday, November 10, 2006

Gaze

Yesterday,
the bus stop,
all the people's heads
turned, watching.

Gaze of anxiety.

The blind woman tapping
her way forward.

4 comments:

  1. ah... sweet distillation

    turning it all around - finding "their" discomfort, instead of hers.

    And what beautiful balance and movement.

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  2. Love this. Rendered to pure form.

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  3. Reminds me of your paintings. Wonderful.

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  4. She was different to the woman I wrote of yesterday, but she has become part of this story too.

    narrator, distillation, what a wonderful concept... And those onlookers, none of them knew all the others were looking too, each thought themselves alone and not being witnessed. The anxiety was remarkable, and it wasn't for the woman herself, who was making her way down the street just fine.

    twoberry, I love it when you drop by! Sometimes short vignettes do that, are suggestive enough to send one off in a number of different directions, and if you feel I've managed that here, well I'm honoured.

    e_journeys, glad you like it-

    Patry, hmnn, that's giving me pause for thought.

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A Pulsing Imagination - Ray Clews' Paintings

A video of some of my late brother Ray's paintings and poems I wrote for them. Direct link: https://youtu.be/V8iZyORoU9E ___