Often
in the crowd
a ghost flies by
in a smile, in a walk
in the twinkle of an eye.
A Wild Night in Tokyo
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post. (Although, when I last looked, their pingbacks weren’t working.)
Weekly Photo Challenge: Twinkle
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fantastic poem and post, BB. And so true.
Thanks, Nancy. I kept on seeing my nieces in the faces of Japanese girls. The girl on the left of the photo reminded me of the oldest one.
I wish I could tell you how much that poem means to me.
Thank you, Kathy. The ghosts of those we love are metonymic.
What a touching poem. The smallest actions can sometimes shine the brightest. I love the photo for this week’s challenge. Those are instruments really do stand out. Hope it was a great wild night, BB, not too wild for you š
Thank you, Mabel. It was wildly entertaining in a bizarrely wonderful way. š
That’s a ripper, bb ! – those Japanese sure know how to party ! š
They sure do, M-R. A crazy, energetic wild ride, that show was. Just fabulous. š
I love the poem! Beautiful words š
Thanks, Joanne. š
Oh…the photo and poem brought a smile to my morning….thanks!
That makes me happy. Thanks. š
Good one bb š Your blog is looking very colourful!
Thanks, Gabe š i decided it needed brightening.
That certainly does look like a wild night in Tokyo š I absolutely love the poem xxxx
Thanks, Dianne. Tokyo is a crazy place – so muted in some ways, and so bizarre in others. š
Definitely wild!
Such a fun evening, Monica. We ended up in a karaoke bar, singing like complete tragics. š
that’s about as much fun as anybody can have, BB – singing and dancing, oh, my!