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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.

 

This morning, I looked at images from around the world images of waiting….
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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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HELD BY A PROMISE

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PiCourtesy RayCatcher

(INSPIRED by indrani ” Lovely captures. I liked the pupas, they hold a promise! )

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i HOLD FOR I AM HELD

INVISIBILITY BLINDS,

CONFINES, UH ..

WHAT AM I

WHY MY LINGERING BREATH

OF LIFE,

WHO ELSE KNOWS

WITHIN THIS CRUSHING,

A KNOWLEDGE GROWS,

I HOLD ON

TO WHAT HOLDS.

WHAT HOLDS.

 

innerdialects &RayCatcher

 

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Forgive me a.s.a.p

Please forgive me I did not smile back at you,303195_246161742110132_174613885931585_670797_1140906972_n

you were too bright, Sun

I did not walk in the rain, you were too

silver,

The sand dunes are too high and I needed to

shop for sweaters and shoes,RNoel Ragpicker sketch Pastels / streetgirlblore

and this is not the time to muse, not the time to

stare at encounters! Maybe tomorrow when we

are older, there will be lounging chairs to sit in but now I have

my bored rooms, type business Word.doc, post

smileys and e-roses, reply, ‘k? asap

I am @a meeting c u.

ImpressionsIV RN watercolour

ImpressionsIV RN watercolour

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Restoration

Broken
in all the right places
At peace, even if..!!
Standing tall, inside
where my Spirit
is restored..
every dying moment
coming alive, like for the first time.

( from Collection Naked Prayers He heard,Ray N)

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June 21, 2011 · 5:32 am