Friday, January 7, 2011

Young and Old Concominantly

(a small homage to roxana's beautiful blog)



And if I told you I could feel past days pressing on my skin, you would accuse me of being insincere. Yet, age old habits die hard. I have meticulously recorded your footprints on my chest, but they never last longer than the fading din of your voice.









You ask about voices? I have no need for the garrulousness of others. As dark clouds scud by, I drown the chatter with hisses and frothy hums . Perhaps it is Gallipoli this time.









Night falls and I regress to boyhood. All evidence of the past has been erased. I feel nothing ... what a glorious ascent. But now, I hear that raucous hum, and the salty breeze batters my face, its soporific charm outmaneuvering my will to resist till another halcyon dawn ebbs at my tar-stained feet.

18 comments:

  1. Hi Prospero, It's always a pleasure to visit your blog where I'm likely to find something creative or unusual to wonder about and/or marvel at. Stunning post!

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  2. I love the first photo in particular, Prospero. I don't quite understand the writing, but I feel it's atmosphere.

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  3. Hi Prospero, your text and imagery leads me to think of what it feels like to lose someone and the process that will lead to either giving up or going on. And in this case, the decision has been made to go on. Maybe that is not what you intend, but only what I have imposed upon these symbols. Beautiful, thoughtful, mysterious...

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  4. I am drawn to the human objects. They bring life and warmth to the wonderful pics and words.

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  5. And the night and the morning blows away the blues
    at least for awhile.

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  6. what a light, what a beautiful light - very well done

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  7. nnnn! Prospero,
    Too nice! Dreamy.

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  8. it's always so beautiful here, dear Prospero !
    wonderful lights, colours and mysterious
    words ?? have a nice week !!

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  9. forgive me for being silent, what words could ever tell the stirring of beauty in one's soul, that aching?

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  10. Thanks Prospero for this magnificent series
    dedicated to Roxana ...
    so I crossed a bridge and met a new land ...

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  11. so beautiful, the photos and the words. your saguaro will take a long time to grow as you know they grow slowly but they are special.

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  12. magnificas imagenes con tu forma particular de ver el mundo, un abrazo

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  13. Le sens des mots est trop hermetique pour mon entendement,mais la beauté des images me suffit largement...et ces images elles sont presque d'une autre dimension..pleines de magie et d'emotion..
    C'est beau Prospero...et je t'embrasse..

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  14. your words touch something deep inside...
    stirring strong memories

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  15. Beautiful words. I love the luminous photos.

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