Saturday, 9 January 2016

impressions


I wandered, in the hustling, unfamiliar city
  
on whizzing roads, through concrete mazes
  
in peaceful, bright spirits and the spacey haze,
  
that, often, accompanies a dreamy ramble through
  
the frenzy and the fuss that modernity confers …
  
as image after image, on the shifting canvas,
  
gifted me with snippets of scent and sound, 

abracadabra’ed with bits of memory and emotion:
  
impressions – that bloomed like garland blossoms
  
strung together, with words that floated, as free
  
and natural, as notes of birdsong on a breeze

                               ~ poetry ~

note:  posted for Poets United.

photo:  Downtown – W. Bourke

© 2016 Wendy Bourke                              

28 comments:

  1. ...free and natural...the best way to be.

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  2. If a noisy, bustling city can bring the impression of a sweet birdsong.. that would be such a wonderful thing!!!

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  3. Ahh - impressionistic and left an impression...loved every singing moment..particularly 'abracadabra’ed with bits of memory and emotion': i wonder if once we know a place too well it loses its magic

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  4. accompanies a dreamy ramble through the
    frenzy and the fuss that modernity confers

    One goes through life these days shrouded with hazy mystics and pressures typical of modern living. Very true Wendy!

    Hank

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  5. impressions – that bloomed like garland blossoms
    strung together, with words that floated, as free
    and natural, as notes of birdsong on a breeze
    ~ poetry ~

    Breathtaking!

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  6. You have captured just the way it is to wander through a new city....it seems that one's senses are on hyper alert, doesn't it? I think you are implying that the scents and sounds of a new place kind of transport one to places one HAS been before, triggering some old pleasant memories as well. Nice images here, Wendy.

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  7. I think it is a special person who can see the magic and beauty in a city...so many times my senses feel assaulted in a city...but that is because I was either rushing or not really living in the moment.

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  8. I LOVE this! It does what it defines, providing:
    " . . . snippets of scent and sound,
    abracadabra’ed with bits of memory and emotion ...."

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  9. wonderful.. we might actually fit the glare and glitz of an unfamiliar city into beads and beauty... like a necklace of delight... Maybe we just feel disconnected enough when it's not a familiar place... a place where we are just passing is different from the place where we are rooted.

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  10. This is beautiful, flowing down the page to those final perfect closing lines,

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  11. Love the magical feel to this, topped off with 'abracadabra’ed ' right in the mix. Lovely!

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  12. Beautiful! Gorgeous movement in this piece.

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  13. I love the poem as much as the photo. Where is this?

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    1. I think (if I remember correctly) this shot was taken a few steps away from the Pan Pacific hotel, which is located on the ocean front in downtown Vancouver, BC. - looking back at the City.

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  14. There is something magical about visiting a new city. Everything seems to be amplified as your senses try to take it all in and somewhere in the midst of it all you hear the poetry.

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  15. It's been ages since I've visited Wendy, but you do not disappoint! I love the feel of this 'meander' ... no sense of fear at getting lost, just sensory joy at the movement through the new sights and sounds of a different urban space! Nice read! Happy New Year!

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  16. Just exactly how it is to wander in a new city! The last three lines are perfection. Is this Seattle?

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    1. No - close, though ... it's Vancouver, Canada.

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  17. this was relatable. I could feel your experience cause I felt the same in the city I live near. lovely.

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  18. feeling good
    nice one dear
    imagtalks.blogspot.com

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  19. Love how business of town you perceived 'as image after image, on the shifting canvas'... beautiful! ~ I feel as stranger when get in the town after my suburban mn... ~ Happy week to you!

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  20. Oh how I do love a "dreamy ramble." Just the right poem to whet my appetite for such an experience.

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  21. I have been there and really enjoyed touring the city and seeing new sights ~ My favorite though are the parks and views beyond the city as it is spectacular ~

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  22. I enjoy visiting a city and you have captured the essence so eloquently. I think my favorite part of a city is, after all the wonders are seen, is going home.

    I had fun with Tess's prompt. Thanks.

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  23. The narrator's personality comes across clearly in this poem - how observant and poetic she is even in "the frenzy and fuss."

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  24. This reminds me of what it felt like when I was 20 and in Tokyo for the first time--mama zen is right--great sense of movement here

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