“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Friday, May 24, 2024

In Still Air

one high note

then a few more

hesitant


brief piping of a recorder

in the hands of the child

across the road


suddenly stopped 


a small music

yet full of hope



Written for Friday Writings #128 at Poets and Storytellers United, where we are invited to write about something small. I decided to write mine in the small form I've been playing with lately: textu (160 characters exactly, including title and spaces).





22 comments:

  1. I love how you use this form..it really crystallises your work and paints a wonderful picture- Jae

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    1. Thank you, Jae. I must say I'm loving it, and like many things it gets easier with practice.

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  2. Children take things as they come. Do they know good from bad?
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    Jim

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  3. I know that sound. May be the beginning of a new virtuoso or a long, summer assault on the ear, haha. I like your slice of community life.

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    1. It's from memory – and the long summer assault was what happened, lol! The same few notes over and over! Yet in the beginning that sweet moment I've never forgotten. (He grew up to go into the Navy.)

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    2. It's from memory – and the long summer assault was what happened, lol! The same few notes over and over! Yet in the beginning that sweet moment I've never forgotten. (He grew up to go into the Navy.)

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  4. This works really well and i love the textu

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    1. Thanks, Alan. I think I'm starting to get the hang of the textu. (Grin.)

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  5. Perfect. I felt right there. Hope like a birdsong.

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  6. Google's cookie craziness appears to be spreading. We're all logged in but, if we''re not accepting cookies, some versions of Blogspot claim to think we're logged out!

    Anyway, nice that the child's tootling is hopeful, and especially nice that the neighbor feels good enough to appreciate the hopefulness!

    Pris cilla King

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    1. Yes, Google Blogger (and Google in general) can be extremely frustrating!
      Thank you for the empathetic words.

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  7. Something about your poem brought tears to my eyes, a lump in my throat .... it is a precious bit of poetry.

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  8. This is a "moment" type of poetry. It paints a very brief but vivid image. I can relate this to my neighbour's child playing her piano. I love this poem. And as a textu too. :)

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  9. Your poem puts me in that place and time, hearing those brief notes and feeling a sense of possibility in my heart. Hope you are well, Rosemary.

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    1. Ah, I'm glad it did that for you, Barb. I'm pretty well for an old girl, thanks. Hoping you are too.

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  10. This really captured the spirit of the prompt both in theme and structure. I really love how well you captured the moment here.

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    1. Thanks, Rommy. And for the opportunity the prompt provided.

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  11. One small, hopeful moment captured perfectly.

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    1. It was actually quite a few years ago now, but it so caught me that somehow I've always remembered. This is not the first time I've written of it, but maybe this one works the best.

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