People are made of places…
People are made of places. They carry with them
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe,
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
crowded at rush hours.
Where I come from, people
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint,
with yards where hens and chickens circle about,
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
are the mind’s chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
A door in the mind blows open, and there blows
a frosty wind from fields of snow.
True poem says … Interesting pictures 🙂
A wonderful Sunday Androxa! 🙂
November 6, 2011 at 14:22
A beautiful sunday wished to you Stefania 🙂
November 6, 2011 at 14:26
November 6, 2011 at 14:30
Never will trade my place 🙂
November 6, 2011 at 14:32
November 6, 2011 at 16:25
November 6, 2011 at 17:15
People are made of places.
They carry with them hints of places like valleys, mountains, and rainforests.
They carry with them their background and culture.
Atmosphere of the wild, and instinct
that relates to wild animals and a love for nature;
knowing how to fend for themselves
and how to cook sweet smelling food over a fire.
The smell of barbecues;
the smell of fossil fuels and cigarettes
and the smell of Italian restaurants and fish and water.
Where I come from people carry farms and the smell of chickens
and they carry with them big cities;
they can go either way and they never rush.
They carry flowers and farm animals with them.
Winter and Summer are the main seasons where I come from.
November 6, 2011 at 16:27
November 6, 2011 at 16:51
people and places….they are truly inseparable even if some may claim they do not have a place of their own nor need one for their happiness. They lie. To themselves especially. Places are the things we attach to in order to keep ourselves linked to this world. Places never go away, but people do. So places are what remain after we are gone.
(Well, I am being a philosopher this evening, aren t I 😆 )
November 6, 2011 at 19:42
I am not very materialistic never have been….but there is just one place ..one dream i want for me and roxana…:-)
November 7, 2011 at 15:11
I am sure you will get what you both wish for 🙂
And I definitely wish you loooooooooooooong happiness 🙂
November 7, 2011 at 15:31
I really hope so !!!! 🙂
Thank you very much 🙂
November 7, 2011 at 16:18
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people are made of places…where they lived, where they traveled, where they loved…
November 8, 2011 at 16:25
We humans are complicated eh? 🙂
November 8, 2011 at 17:11
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