Street song

Melody tilted above, two girls laughing. Voices joyfully competing, joy aloud. Ancient, incessant hairdryer as companion in song. Unworn song, tomorrow yet to come. Stray cat eyes from obscured corners, distrusting, weary in earned betrayal. Picking at morsels, crushed out between cigarette ends. Old lady, pulling her worn looking cart, eyes fixed on shined cobblestone, unseeing, lost in worn out memory. Spiteful wind, tearing around frayed corners, mocking in piercing cold. Mocking in remembrance of warmth.

And on it plays, solitude song.


16 responses

  1. James Brandon O'Shea

    Good stuff. One of the things that grabs me is how areas of the writing are almost circular because of repetition: joyfully/joy, song/song, worn/worn, mocking/mocking.

    January 6, 2012 at 1:58 am

    • Thanks, James. Yes, I guess the repetition is something I unconsciously do, perhaps it signifies the circular nature of my current mind set – but let me rather not go all pop psychology with it, LOL.

      January 6, 2012 at 6:23 pm

  2. Fantastic vignette. I could see it all unfolding through your words – tied back to your image. So impressive. Love this.

    January 6, 2012 at 3:03 am

    • Thanks, Marina, very kind of you. And you remembered the vignette thing I mentioned!

      January 6, 2012 at 6:25 pm

  3. Kasia

    Reblogged this on Snap, Write, Love and commented:
    I see hearts everywhere

    January 6, 2012 at 10:11 am

    • Sometimes I do too, sometimes it’s all I see. Thanks Kasia, and for the reblog also.

      January 6, 2012 at 6:26 pm

  4. In the end it’s the carved out heart. In between cigarette ends, songs, light & shadows. Memories we can’t escape from. Suddendly we stop, turn around & see the usual overlooked gems. And notice we’re right back where we started. In front of carved out heart. Same sad & great song in our heads but the picture looks different. Great, man!

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    January 6, 2012 at 10:59 am

    • Yes Fritsch, as always, right back where we started. All that remains is the faded signs found on the road, always right there, reminding us of journeys taken, of journeys ended, of journeys yet to come…So it goes.

      Thanks, brother.

      January 6, 2012 at 6:33 pm

  5. beautiful tone and light

    January 6, 2012 at 3:40 pm

    • Thanks so much Mimo, I’m really glad you liked it.

      January 6, 2012 at 6:34 pm

  6. This is gorgeous! Thanks for posting it!

    January 6, 2012 at 8:28 pm

    • What an awesome thing to say, thanks so much!

      January 7, 2012 at 8:36 am

  7. Beautiful picture, love the colors ❤

    January 8, 2012 at 2:15 pm

  8. Good picture, JP, and really good words – you certainly have a way with words! You are doing quite heavy stuff at the moment and I can guess why – but the quality of what you are putting out is excellent. As I’ve said before >>> keep on keeping on! Adrian

    January 9, 2012 at 5:11 pm

    • Oh yes, there’s absolutely no doubt, I’m most assuredly keeping on keeping on…Thanks mate!

      January 10, 2012 at 7:58 pm

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