the village
nestles in its yesterdays
summer and winter
tight arteries
quiet sleeping village
heart beats slowly
the silence
summer siesta time
cicada’s concerts
the smell of spring
rain on freshly plowed fields
newly fertilized
old men gossiping
watching the youth passing by
envious comments
now only old people
the village loses its youth
growing cities
© G.s.k. ‘15
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I love all but last line–perfect sentiment but somehow “dudes” jars with rest of the language.
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Yes … guess it does … I’ve made a temporary edit … growing cities (as the last line) … but I’ll have to come back here and find something better … thanks for your ever precious feedback Barb.
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I was mesmerized as much by the story in haiku form as by the painting itself. It is a Van Gogh I’ve never seen. Like barbtaub above, I found the use of the word “dude” jarring.
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I changed it temporarily to growing cities … but I’ll have to meditate on a proper ending … thanks!
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Beautiful small town snapshots — with such a sadness too. How many sleepy villages are fading away in this same manner …. sigh ….
Great work —!
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Thanks … and you didn’t want to tell me about “dudes” 😉
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Well, it wasn’t my choice, but …. Who am I to say? I really felt the presence of the town.
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Living in a town that could have been painted by Van Gogh … it was easy to describe it 🙂 I did change the dudes though … but I should find a still better ending. 🙂
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It seems like it’s happening everywhere.
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Spring is in the air …. in less than a month we have the equinox!
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🙂 I can’t wait for Spring !!!!! 😉
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Me either …
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Oops … I mean yes it is and it’s been happening more and more over the last two centuries …
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What a lovely series, cara…all reminscent of what was…I too wrote a bit of going back to visit home…due ot so many moving away for work.
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There isn’t much choice … the villages have nothing to offer the young by way of work … and the cities, though stimulating have not place for serenity in the true sense of the word.
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I loved your words. They took me right into the old village and I felt the seasons change around me as I read, smelled the plowed soil, heard the cicada song. Being able to pull the reader into the scene with words is excellent writing. Perfect for Van Gogh’s painting.
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Thanks you for this delightful comment … and I’m so happy to have been able to transmit these sensations to you!
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A really great series that tell the story of life in an industrialized economy.
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Thanks Janice … and even in a service economy .. our town lives on tourists, when they go home there’s little work to be had.
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What a wonderful series of haiku, so thoughtful.
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Thanks very much Laura!
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the beauty of this astounds me. oh this town nestling in its yesterdays. gorgeous.touching. tender.
thank you for this.
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You’re very welcome Rebecca and thanks for your lovely comment!
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