Shaking Hands with Something New…

Sounds of an aeroplane

Old-fashioned

Like a Norton circa 1950’s

Sound of voices

Words parade through the garden

An old house…circa 1700’s

Still stands in a new century

Modern sculpture in the tamed

Wilderness

A signpost in a meadow

Time and place

Move side by side

Occasionally colliding

Memory likes to play tricks

Perception is so obliging

The view is fragmentation

Of a other time…

In the same place

Shaking hands with something new

But its life nevertheless…

Thatcher Doran

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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