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Street Poetry by me as is the following:
The other dayLike a cloud’s courageI gently fell in love
With someone I knewI had not yet met
It sat unadornedJust under skinNaked
And I watched
And thoughtThis loveMight just last a lifetime
Beautiful words, Robert. I’m going to link to you via my blog space. parallellondon. Can I call your space parallelcwhatcity?
Thank :) Yesssir you can indeed. Thanks for the honour. I don’t understand your question though. Do you want to call me parrallelsydney?
– Robert Knapman
This is what this reminds me of: when you find a lover, the one who lingers on your skin, then you walk the streets, go to work, sit outside in the sunshine on your lunch break, everything is about him, missing him, remembering the moment of his abandonment (this could be read as giving up, surrendering)….
Which as a love letter is in contract to the leakness on the walls, the brick burning black…. all point to the meaning of abandonment as in leaving…
I especially love the crosses, how they fall down the wall..
Your comments are great. You so get my work. And sometimes you get it even more than me .) x
Or at least you put into words elements of what I do which are more subconscious…and subliminal almost. Love it.
bleakness rather =D
beautiful words – really felt them and I love the use of brick/stone/cement structures to etch one’sessence
Thanks Mikey…yes I agree these are strong surfaces…cheers.
it makes me ache
parallellsydney doesn’t roll off the tongue. syndysimile sounds better to me. If you like that, that’s what you’ll be — the first link on my fiction blog!
Nice one – then that will I be. Thanks Mr Hand – you are a scholar and a gentleman :)
it made me happy :) then the end made me sad :( i love it <3