We could be on a journey
The hazy morning
Hanging over the river
Green ripples
Answering back
Is the sky a single
White cloud
Or a sheet of muslin
Waiting to be wet
I feel enclosed
Encased with people,
My reflections confined
By convention
The rocking of the train
Is the only comfort
What thoughts do all these people have
What dreams and fears and aspirations
Nobody knows
We all sit in our cocoons
Like patient
Perambulating moths
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- You can find links to my published writings at: stirlingdavenport.com. These include two fantasy novels, a collection of short stories, and various stories and poems in anthologies. Also check out the link to my son Miles Ballew's children's book "Too Many Friends" with his great illustrations. My mainstream novel is out to agents, looking for a publisher. As always, writing is my calling, painting is my dharma, and I walk in nature to clear my head. The rest is just fiction.
2 comments:
i love this so much and it's so much how i feel. i'm going out tonight for the first time in awhile and i can already feel it.
reminded me of bashung's "noir de monde". http://bashung-in-english.blogspot.com/2010/02/noir-de-monde.html
Dear Laura, I went and read your marvelous translation of "noir de monde" and felt humbled by Bashung's cascade of words.
I'm so glad you resonated with mine.
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