I am having trouble interpreting the visual. Is it an old piece of furniture pushed up against an unusual contemporary wall. Or is it the corner of an historical building pushed against a modern skyscraper? I am probably missing something obvious.
Besiah, "Look at the red-bricked building. What a fine piece of architecture."
Dadiah, "A reflection of times passed, a throwback to the old."
Besiah, "In close observation, it reminds me of when we were little rascals in Dawji Park, standing in front of our house similar to this.
Throwing small pebbles at passersby, hoping no one will see where they came from."
Dadiah, "We were young, carefree, and silly. Thankfully no one got hurt."
Besiah, yes, Dadiah, "What do you see when you look at these buildings side by side? The Ancient Future."
And you, Dadiah, "You and your words. For me, it's the growth and journey in people's knowledge. To explore, to develop, and not rest on your laurels."
Dadiah, yes, Besiah, "With reflection and observation, you must add your two pence of examining, learning, and keeping things moving."
Besiah, "Let's go home to our wives, you and your random philosophising. To see its end will be a beautiful day."
And the close with "end" and "beautiful day" resonates with juxtaposition... even if based in my assumptions about the latter feeling endless in its beginning!
I feel as if I've climbed a mountain loop-trail here.
Then find myself reading all the nouns only--with brief pauses--between. Then the others as a second set of words... which feels to take me back around the loop.
Yes, the whole exercise of naming "opposites" and then working to find the richness in the connecting, and the sum being more than parts...
I am having trouble interpreting the visual. Is it an old piece of furniture pushed up against an unusual contemporary wall. Or is it the corner of an historical building pushed against a modern skyscraper? I am probably missing something obvious.
The second... and the "juxtaposition" of old/new.
“Beep, beep, beep…” the alarm goes off,
She wakes and taps the phone hanging on the wall nearby.
Yawn, stretch, rubs her eyes open,
“Meow!” says her elderly cat; patiently waiting for her,
Scritch his head, say “good morning”.
Stand and pull her side of the beds’ blankets up to match the other side; undisturbed,
Scoot slippered feet to the kitchen.
Scoop dry cat food into a bowl, check the water bowl beside it; still ok.
Coffee cup full of hot wake up juice; technology is pretty great,
Add some sugary, flavored milk and sit at a desk sipping slowly.
Open laptop, wake up mouse, “click, click, click” mechanical keyboard sounds comforting.
Welcome to people, to the world, fast paced and frenzied.
Spend all day catching up.
Go back to bed, alone.
These last two lines in particular--yes! They work much like the last two lines of a haiku...
Gorgeous doubt.
This pushes and pulls, yes.
(Makes me think of your essay today--and "terrible" "glory.")
Ah, yes!
Dark and glaring
Besiah, "Look at the red-bricked building. What a fine piece of architecture."
Dadiah, "A reflection of times passed, a throwback to the old."
Besiah, "In close observation, it reminds me of when we were little rascals in Dawji Park, standing in front of our house similar to this.
Throwing small pebbles at passersby, hoping no one will see where they came from."
Dadiah, "We were young, carefree, and silly. Thankfully no one got hurt."
Besiah, yes, Dadiah, "What do you see when you look at these buildings side by side? The Ancient Future."
And you, Dadiah, "You and your words. For me, it's the growth and journey in people's knowledge. To explore, to develop, and not rest on your laurels."
Dadiah, yes, Besiah, "With reflection and observation, you must add your two pence of examining, learning, and keeping things moving."
Besiah, "Let's go home to our wives, you and your random philosophising. To see its end will be a beautiful day."
"Ancient future"--yes!
And the close with "end" and "beautiful day" resonates with juxtaposition... even if based in my assumptions about the latter feeling endless in its beginning!
Thank you. Wasn't sure if I was still on track 😂
SO on track! This piece is simply full of juxtaposition, of opposing forces. I love it.
Thank you Elizabeth, we all try.
February 6, 2023: Aftermath
Crisis vs Peace
Crisis familial.
Calm hijacked.
Nephew threatened.
Shocking discovery.
Congenital defect.
Plight perilous.
Health destroyed.
Horror descends.
Rhyme impossible.
Words silenced.
Sleep unattainable.
Dark solitude.
Universe consulted.
Reality examined.
Panic inappropriate.
Blessed knowledge.
Autopsy unnecessary.
Gratitude reigns.
Terror paused.
Advantage savoured.
Repair possible.
Surgery looms.
Recovery pending.
Hope remains.
Life continues.
Peace anticipated.
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Slowly finding my way back to words...
I feel as if I've climbed a mountain loop-trail here.
Then find myself reading all the nouns only--with brief pauses--between. Then the others as a second set of words... which feels to take me back around the loop.
Yes - it’s not exactly poetry! But it is words ;-)
I’ve decided to call it a word-ladder: it’s possibly the basis for something resembling a poem...we shall see!
A word-ladder! Yes!