PAINTING MEMORIES

 

PAINTING  MEMORIES

Street noises surround him

but he hears only birdsong,

Tourists take photos

while he sees only mountains.

In a crowded city

he paints from memory -

cherry blossom and bamboo

cranes on chrysanthemums.

Bicycle bells ring

car horns blare,

but he hears the rattle of bamboo

and his brush moves

in peaceful strokes

to music only he can hear

while he paints water and wind.

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A man so absorbed in his work that he could be alone - I wish I could shut the outside world off like that when I choose! When I lived in Tenerife I sat in cafes to write, as I knew enough Spanish to interact with people, but not enough for background chatter to intrude. Now I am back in England I am too easily distracted.

Thanks to Brenda Cox for the photograph that prompted this week's Friday Fictioneers' stories. To read others you can follow the link from  https://rochellewisoff.com/

AND FINALLY - I wish you a very happy new year.