the loneliness of the traveler

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the city feels adverse today,
PusH_InG me in places
i don’t– want– to– go
———-& i found shelter–
under that bridge in Central Park,
——-shelter from the rain
and from a loneliness that spreads
like penetrating oil across my chest–

the saxman on the corner plays
the blues & i know every note, my
lips move slowly with the tunes
while i look down & count
drops of kebap sauce, that are
sprinkled on my jeans & shoes–

looks like Van Gogh’s Starry Night–

—–& once again i think that
art is often in the ugly, unexpected,
in the things, we want to wipe away–

‘n i stand leaned against the wall,
let the music catch me with
—–its tight-spun web &
type this poem in my iphone–

— it’s all i need–
to travel on–

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see… i had some low moments as well on my trip… smiles
over at dVerse Sam Peralta has prepared a great prompt on Rubaiyat Quatrains…i have tried to write one but not very successful…so i thought i’d post this one and see if the quatrains muse is going to kiss me overnight..smiles

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31 responses to “the loneliness of the traveler

  1. Aw. Lovely poem, Claudia. We are permitted the low moments, for from them come beautiful things. 😉

  2. Love the idea of art in ugly, unexpected places. Seeing Starry night is a great description. Really like the variance used, in regard to spacing, punctuation etc.. Great job Claudia. Thanks

  3. Hi! Claudia…
    This stanza…

    “& i found shelter–
    under that bridge in Central Park,
    ——-shelter from the rain
    and from a loneliness that spreads
    like penetrating oil across my chest–”

    …and this stanza…

    “the saxman on the corner plays
    the blues & i know every note, my
    lips move slowly with the tunes…”

    …Compliments your image very well and this stanza…
    sums up to me as [your reader] exactly, how you were feeling.

    “‘n i stand leaned against the wall,
    let the music catch me with
    —–its tight-spun web &
    type this poem in my iphone–

    – it’s all i need–
    to travel on–”

    Tks, for taking us [your readers] on your journey.
    deedee ;-D

  4. What brilliant lines these are “art is often in the ugly, unexpected,
    in the things, we want to wipe away”…made me think of something from “The Art Of Harmony” (Tao Te Ching)

  5. Poetry is ALL about moods, happy, sad, sorrow-filled. Life isn’t all sweetness and light, neither is poetry.
    Love this because, you capture a sad sax perfectly in this playing perfectly to your mood too.
    Exquisite imagery Claudia.

  6. Keep travellin’ claudia… we need more people out there noticing the ugly & unexpected, and singing of its beauty!

  7. nice claudia…you def capture the right textures to show the feel…love the little dots of sauce on the jeans and the sax man….can hear him playing behind your words…

  8. City life can be a catalyst for a writer as it is a constant work of art expressing both joy and sorrow. I always enjoy a trip to the city as it stirs creative energy just by being in the thick of it.

  9. How very glad we are that you could find a place out of the rain to type this wonderful poem! Hooray for iPhones! I can hear the blues and smell that oriental sauce decorating your shoes!

  10. I was viewing(& reviewing) Starry Night not long ago. Painting take me many places, but so do artfully designed words. ~Mary

  11. I am sure the ‘sax man’ would have had quite a story to tell you, Claudia. I know you too play the sax; so what a duet the two could have played if only…. Music and poetry are so linked. Your fine poem is another example.

  12. I believe you are right that art is often in the ugly, the unexpected, things you want to wipe away and I am grateful for those things. I am also grateful for a phone to rescue me from the lonliness, to let me speak my thoughts whether soothing as the saxman or honed to sharp like the unexpected car horn too close behind me. I have always thought words to be both my best friend and my worst enemy. The art that is see can be perceived as ugliness by others, yet I turn to them because they listen and comfort and I see the art that others might miss.

    I am pleased that a pause under the bridge offered up this work of art, beautiful and human.

  13. Just like getting lost, sometimes low moments can imprint quite the memory, which yours clearly did. Nice capture indeed and of course the sax guy would be a hit…haha

  14. Lovely. I know just how you feel also, which you convey beautifully. It is hard to travel on one’s own. Exhilarating at times but also difficult. The poem is a companion. k.

  15. Claudia, this is such a good poem. Memories rush in; images of a life that once might have seemed wasted, but now we know wasn’t cos it gave us insights to what is so important. Such good poetry. Love it, love it, love it!

  16. Beautiful poem, Claudia, a great ‘capture’. I think the sax is one of those instruments which has the great capacity to create moods both positive and negative – a real enhancer.

  17. It’s great that you caught the moment and realize it. You seemed to have ended up where you didn’t plan or seemingly wanted to be. And then you took it and wrote a poem. Enjoyed reading, thanks. 🙂

  18. Yes! What a rich and layered of snapshot you’ve created here, Claudia. Art and music does keep us going through these lonely moments.

  19. Your attention to detail is what makes your writing so special, Claudia…you know how to show us the little things that add so much to each piece you write. I really like that.

  20. Claudia, I love this poem. It is a moment of your life that you could so easily have cast aside, but you captured the beauty in the everyday:)

  21. No like button above, but the number of responses this generated speaks to its power and charm… so I’ll just add my kudos to all the rest I see above, and let you get on to the next…. 🙂

  22. loved the concluding lines..
    and these were ultimate as all said
    art is often in the ugly, unexpected,
    in the things, we want to wipe away–….

    Awesome read..
    lil things u pinpoint in your posts is what makes them more beautiful !!!

  23. Saw this on my phone the other day and was unable to comment at the time. It came just in time to speak to my loneliness.
    “once again i think that
    art is often in the ugly, unexpected,
    in the things, we want to wipe away–”…Soooooo true.
    Thanks C. Have a wonderful Easter!

  24. i think i know that bridge in central park 😉

    really liked,

    “i stand leaned against the wall,
    let the music catch me”

    and those iphone moments, apple should kodak-a-cize that stuff !

    nice ambience, thanks claudia 😉