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[tectak]

I watched an old man taking pictures...mountains,trees and summer skies. <<< mountains, trees
I watched a child cry for attention...screams and tantrums, tight-squeezed eyes.
Which memories will last a lifetime...fading photos, sobbing years? << sobbing years. that's good (y for t)

The old man stopped and smiled benignly...turned his lens towards the sun <<< dangerous! ;-)
and on the pavement danced a circle...ring of brightness, dancing fun. <<< yes!
Who will claim the greatest pleasure...now that they have swapped a tear? <<< It had to come and here it is: No. (Kitsch)

The infant chased the dodging day glow...laughing at each twist and play; <<< oh man! ;-) see above.
in rheumy eyes a swell of memories...rising recalls, happier days. <<< you lost me. i don#t want to go there. it is, my friend, too touchy-feely. Just me.
Old man too late to capture moments...child too young to know that fear. <<< You Kind of save it by summing it up. Ok. Ok to that line. ;-)

The sun slipped sudden, clouds occluding... the game was up, the brightness gone; << < don't sing to me! ;-) Ok, It is finely exprssed. i give you that, you native Speaker, you. But! It sings too much for me.
a click of shutter held the second...boy and man, yet strangely one.
One, because each shared the moment...and in that instant all was clear. <<< let me utter a german: Hm? ;-) Don't hold it against me. It is my spontaneous reaction.

tectak
Harestanes
2013

The intention is good. I like what you try here.
I don't know what Harestanes means.
2013? I would have thought that this poem is not that new. Or are you trying out something new? I recall your poem about North African desert flights. May I say that I prefer Tom's voice back then? I liked this fresh British semi-fascist attitude. Fascist only if it was Libya (in the 40ies), of course. I could go into into it right here but I must pee.


My pleasure to read you
aloud
against your
inhibitions.

Your self-absorbed
serge

You have not yet convinced me that that's a bad thing (for me).

Great to see you are back, serge. Much missed for a bloody german, as my friend Bernhard would say.
Just back from a brief sojourn into the Scottish Borders for some cheap whisky and skinny-dipping in The Tweed. Harestanes is a place on St. Cuthbert's trail.
Saw an old guy (90+) taking studied "views". Memories?
Needs work . Accidental Cleave poem but not a good one.
Best,
tectak