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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
I've got these postcards from the edge of the west all blank waiting to be filled... looking across the Bosphorus twinkling in the distance a million colors dancing on the water in the wake, the waves, of ferry going merchants but what do I say? How exhausted I am? How I've been travelling 4 weeks barely a break just a suitcase a backpack walking stick and boots oh the boots deserve a book on where they've tread rough terrain mountains hills rivers valleys and the Marmara Sea and oh the stomach what it has digested exotic cuisines spices from the North Sea, to the Far East the cry of the fishmonger the barker the fisherman alms for the love of Allah but those... those few... my friends my family... what do I tell them? I've got so little in common with anyone anymore set off on a journey with no particular destination no home to return to just a stack of belongings tucked away somewhere on the outskirts of Dallas in a storage bin but then again, what do I tell them? those kin, my friends... Wish you were here~ "the author, the artist, is never more than 50% of the piece. The audience, AH, now there is the key. Never more, nor less, than 50% of me." |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Brad, you convey here so well the moment of melancholy that is common to every traveler ... the longing for home and the closeness of friends, despite the great excitement of all the discoveries you made while on the move. May your boots follow your heart. Well done. Love, Margherita |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
thanks for the impression of voyage, when we are far from beloved ones, we miss them, travales are so signifiant about the values of people and their souls, I have travelled until the bosphorus too and the sould here are also signifiant and deep that we always learn about ourselves... thanks for the beautiful poem. yann |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Elegant word, Yann and so true. I don't suppose you know anyone in France that needs an English teacher from America that wants to work in France but needs a work Visa. I am going to Prague for my TESOL certification and will be done April 16th and looking for work. Margherita, thanks for the kind words. As a matter of fact my boots got drenched by the Marmara Sea today as I was standing on the bow of the boat when a wave crashed over me nearly sweeping me overboard. Now its a race back to Prague. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This reminds me of my sister who travels a lot through China and Thailand. Sometimes she just sends my Mother a postcard with love and her name. It's not the message as much as knowing the person is safe and thinking of that person back home. I guess that's how I see this poem - which I enjoyed very much. I am keeping it. Alison |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I know how it feels nice ending line |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
I found this quite clever and fun to read. |
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