Rallentanda

Rallentanda

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Blast From The Past


poetry jam; dverse


it was on full blast

just because
i liked this one
i ran down the stairs
pounded at your door

you opened
preparing for battle
expecting more demands
for silence

what is the name of that?
you smiled with relief
we became friends
for a minute

in the days
when i use to speak
to my neighbours





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26 comments:

  1. Brian MillerAugust 14, 2013 at 3:50 AM

    pretty cool what brings us together...its pretty sad though that neighbors are not the same these days as when i grew up....i knew everyone and we watched out for each other...we fought, but we had each others back....

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  2. MaryAugust 14, 2013 at 4:03 AM

    It is nice when music overflows in a positive way, though sometimes silence between neighbors is preferable. Smiles.

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  3. J Cosmo NewberyAugust 14, 2013 at 4:09 AM

    There aere so many lessons in that. Have you stopped talking to neighbours? Do you talk to strange men on the internet instead? ;-)

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  4. kelvin s.m.August 14, 2013 at 8:17 AM

    ...ah, wish i have more mature neighbours here (and not 2 spoiled brat girls) who can understand clearly the words: 'shut up!'... their attitude are no more cute to me but rather pesky... and i hate it... ah... i do swear when i got the money i'll live solo somewhere away from these crazy brats... ha...

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 14, 2013 at 10:37 AM

    Loved this glimpse of a moment in time....and the comments following are very intriguing.......many stories could likely spring forth in any direction! Cool.

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  6. aspiritofsimplicityAugust 14, 2013 at 6:37 PM

    I like this very much. I like the way you ended it.

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  7. HelenAugust 14, 2013 at 7:25 PM

    ... love it when things happen the way you describe .. very nice!!

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  8. SaravAugust 15, 2013 at 6:57 PM

    It's wonderful how music can bond us even for just a moment, a fun poem:-)

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  9. humbirdAugust 15, 2013 at 7:37 PM

    ...and we talk to each other with my neighbors: just smile, say hi, and go from there whenever you want to...feel and like your light character...thank you for the music...:)

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    1. rallentandaAugust 16, 2013 at 6:47 AM

      I'm glad you liked the music. This is actually one of my true story poems.

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  10. PanchaliAugust 16, 2013 at 9:45 AM

    It is intriguing how the mood changed after hearing the music. A good neighbor is a blessing, a times:)!!
    Lovely...

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  11. Mary Ann PotterAugust 16, 2013 at 4:51 PM

    Nicely done and well-presented --- enjoyed Bill Withers with your poem!

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  12. Wayne PitchkoAugust 16, 2013 at 9:50 PM

    hello again Rall.......thanks for sharing this

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  13. rallentandaAugust 17, 2013 at 3:58 AM

    Long time Wayne...thought you must have been captured by the big snow Grizzly Bears!

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  14. AnonymousAugust 19, 2013 at 8:58 PM

    I like "we became friends for a minute". Music can be a common denominator. very nice.

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  15. alan1704August 19, 2013 at 10:28 PM

    What a great last verse, really captures the whole feeling and makes it come alive.

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  16. MargaretAugust 21, 2013 at 8:51 PM

    Ha. And now with the app "shazam" on iPhone you could press a button and remain anonymous ;)

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    1. rallentandaAugust 21, 2013 at 9:35 PM

      I will never own an iphone...I have a cell phone but I forget to turn it on. I was the last person on earth to give up their big brick cell phone only because they cut me off:)

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