sometimes, even
in the season
of dying and farewells
the broken,
the rusted,
the rejected
are touched by magic,
resurrected,
garlanded in lights
and flowers,
transmogrified
and honoured
as fallen leaves
and a tenuous sun
ride summer memories
through October streets.
photo and poem by clinock.
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John Apollo is in love!……she is some classy lady and definitely touched by magic! Thanks for bringing the most noble of all transporters to our attention.
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I am no matchmaker Robert but am happy for the evoked spokes of endearment…
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I love the lights on the bicycle and the way it is set apart behind the little metal decorative edging. It is definitely garden art! And the theme of resurrection is really eloquent in combination with the wonderful poem. Tom Waits! I am never disappointed in his music and lyrics. There is a lot to think about in such a small and compact post, John. I took a little plunge into melancholy…but in a thoughtful and considerate little dive. š
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“A little plunge into melancholy” is nourishing for the soul Debra, and especially fitting for this always pensive season. I too was enchanted by this resurrected old bicycle and the precious care taken in its presentation for all to enjoy on the street. Your comment is delightful and kind, thank you my friend…
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You layered beauty for us, John, and balanced intensities to perfection.
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I’m very gratified you found meaning and beauty here Bonnie…thank you for your generous words…
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Nice photo. Nice poem.
Just nosing around…
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Hi Andrew, and welcome. Please feel free to ‘nose around’ as much as you wish. Thanks for your comment…
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Fall is so full of deep whimsy…the emphasis on depth. Like the pulling back of a long thick rubber band….one wonders how far back it will take us before projecting us into orbit…it keeps going back and back….into winter’s pocket.
xxoo
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haunting words Jana, they sing in my head as I bury even deeper beneath hills of fallen glory, already listening for the whispered unfurling of spring…
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“…ride summer memories
through October streets…”
Oh I love these lines. Just a perfect way of speaking volumes with only a few lines on the page…. Like a pinch of salt bringing out all the flavour …. Beautiful and aromatic.
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“Like a pinch of salt bringing out all the flavour”…your poetic words do great honour to mine, thank you Steven…
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Haunting and beautiful post……
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Thank you very much Cara, your words are greatly appreciated…
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Lovely John. That bike looks a lot like mine, rusting away in the shed… Maybe it would make a good home for a plant š
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Perhaps this post will inspire you to transform your bike into a garden sculpture…rust can be beautiful…
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