cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Passing Strangers

On a sunny day in Mexico
Sitting on a high stool at a high table
Eating a delicious morsel, savoring solitude
I noticed a man walking toward me
Vintage-aged and lost in thought.

Lazily I noted his white t-shirt
Imprinted with an Indian in a feathered head-dress
Cleveland I immediately concluded
Then corrected myself
Chicago Black Hawks! Aha! I was a hockey mom.

The gentleman passed by
I spoke quietly “Go Black Hawks”
He looked at me, blue eyes now focused
Responding in kind, “Go Black Hawks”
He smiled, said “Thank you” and moved on.

The sunny day in Mexico
A beam of human interaction
Warmed my soul I feel it still.
I pray our fractured world
Will be surprised to recognize such commonality.

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Writing 101 – Short and Sweet

For me writing and receiving comments, along with their ever-spooling threads, are the connective tissue of the Word Press Community. It affirms me when someone lets me know they “get” what lies beneath my words. I’ve learned things about my writing that I couldn’t have otherwise known. When I comment on a post I look and listen for meaning and reflect it back to the blogger. Intuition and empathy guide me.

And there is more. I love comments where another blogger and I find mutual kinship and continue in threads to “know” each other. After a while we comment and reply with few words like old friends. Blogging has opened up a wondrous new world for me.

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