between beats
Late afternoon carries its usual drift,
a few steps folding into the next crossing,
someone adjusting their bag as they pass,
a shopfront glow shifting
when the door swings wide.
Nothing announces itself,
yet the street feels tuned to a low register,
as if each small motion were part of a larger pattern
that doesn't need to be named to be felt.
You keep walking,
letting the rhythm of the footpath set the pace,
not chasing anything,
just moving through a city that seems to breathe
in its own unhurried way.
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a good write my friend, much enjoyed
Thanks Norman, that is excellent news 🙏🕊️
most welcome my friend
You know me by know Cryptic everything takes on a metaphor and I see one here in the calm of an afternoon where the city is oneself and the time of day, well... one's time in life. Midafternoon, past the meridian a time of warmth not a time of change "just walking" "in a city that seems to breath in its own unhurried way" That's my take my friend
And a beautiful take it is as well dear Soren. Many thanks for sharing your valued thoughts🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome my friend your poems are a pleasure and something to look forward to each day
All doing their own thing - in city, town, wherever, in often hustle and bustle.
Yup, that’s what it’s truly like🙏🏻🕊️
Rik this has a quiet meditative quality to it. Small gestures, shifting light, footsteps, passing strangers…everything gathers into a shared urban rhythm that feels deeply human without ever forcing itself. Beautiful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
One of the varied city sounds and beats🙏🏻🕊️
This is soft, slow and calming. Lovely flow. Love how you piece your words together.
Many thanks, Katie B. That truly informs the trajectory of my writing. Much appreciated🙏🕊️
City? feels more like a country town. That clarified, you have me strolling through a number of towns like that. Your sketch has atmosphere in its own quiet way.
Yup many of these country towns are now incorporated as cities. Has to do with taxes, economy and political leverage on a regional level. Or something like that, will botch the explanation if I attempted 🙃🙏🕊️
Them still be towns in my mind and I know I live in a bloody city.
Notwithstanding I felt and enjoyed the write.
hehe... I live in one as well... it's called a city but the feel is still country town.
This is amazing.It captures the loneliness of the city without being depressing.The view is real nothing more and nothing less.Wonderful amigo
Thanks compadre 🙏🕊️
A Day in the Life of a City . Or Small Town.
Nice one.
Yup, that be it ! Thanks Kevin🙏🕊️
There’s a calm intelligence in this—like the world being noticed without trying to be possessed,
Just footsteps and light and time passing through you without asking for permission.
Thanks, much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
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