A fierce western wind whines, screeches
through tramway cables and wires
in waves of crescendos and abrupt pauses….
He is not like the wind
who whistles through rigging
and moans as he clanks cables.
Our wind is wild but free.
This one fights his way through mazes of old buildings
That herd him down the Lez*, screaming.
He has no dead needles to sweep off parasol pines
Or palm trees to shake and rattle
Only young plane trees to torture and whip.
Their leaves twist and flatten,
Hang for dear life on slender stems,
Huddling and holding,
Folding for protection or strength.
I watch their struggle from my window;
Do they feel the sting of flying dirt
or the slap of trash
as it flies and swirls?
Looking at chaos behind glass panes,
isolated, in a still space,silent,
but for strange and quiet whispers
slithering and echoing through hotel pipes,
unruffled but not unperturbed,
I long for home.
*River of Montpellier
Just sounds like another “blowhard” to me, Emm ! 🙂 Beautifully written.
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Je sens ce vent dans tes mots.
Une oeuvre exceptionnelle.
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Merci. Tu sais combien tu me touches; c’est toujours tres gentil ce que tu dis.
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It was nice to start my day with this poem..
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Thank you so much, i am glad you enjoyed it.
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An astounding piece. This is what great writing looks like.
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Thank you John. There is some long forgotten tune, or rather phrase that is playing in a loop in my head: “…da-da-da-da…feeling happy.” No, don’t know where it comes from, but it is a catchy tune, and I am smiling!
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So good
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So kind, dear friend. Smiling.
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Reblogged this on themodernidiot and commented:
Sticking with our reposting travel theme today, here’s a new view of an old place–the weather…where you are not.
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Thank you, that is very generous of you! I wish I could check out your site but I am told it doesn’t exist… Yeah, I know…
There is more than anecdotal evidence that it does, but there you have it.
Is the trouble on my end or yours? Is it WP or somebody else?
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When I started blogging I purchased the domain of themodernidiot.net. Recently this expired and WordPress said the site would revert to something like themodernidiot.wordpress.com or something equally as long and silly. I’ll try to find the new address. I posted it before it moved, but perhaps it didn’t go there?
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It says it’s here:
https://themodernidiot.wordpress.com
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The wind probably sounded like that train
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Having been to that river I could see each and every word you said! Wonderfully written, I very much enjoyed your work, thank you for sharing 🙂
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Thank you so much I am glad I brought you back to this dynamic city! You will be glad to know that the river is still lazy and musicians still play Place de la Comedie. 😉
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I’m there in my thoughts now 🙂
Have a wonderful week and keep up the great work 🙂
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