Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

Traveling Alone, Traveling Together…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Liberation Fantasies,Love and Romance,Philosophy,Poetry & Prose,Travel — Bob at 10:57 am on Friday, November 11, 2011

November 4, 2011

 

I have been many places

Traveling alone

Traveling together

Sometimes both

Together’s better

 

Alone you choose

You come

You go

You pause

You contemplate

You share nothing

You have

Freedom’s

Isolation

You accommodate only yourself

The memories are yours

No one else will remember them

How tall was the mountain?

How beautiful was the river valley?

Do you remember:

the

Intricate brickwork

of that:

Church

Synagogue

Mosque

Shrine

Bridge

or the

Endless road from Rome?

 You better

No one else will

I have received kindness from

Strangers

When in trouble

Never to see them again in

Cologne

Paris

Frankfort

Montreal

Prague

There will never be the sentence:

Do you remember when…?

I may as well have been on

The Moon

For all anybody knew

 

A companion watches

Your back

Your luggage

Lets you sleep

Cheers you up

Is enthralled with you

Pissed off with you

Frightened with you

In the Eiffel Tower

At the Louvre

While you run to a bathroom

When you miss the

Train

Boat

Plane

When the stunning

French girl strolls by

When the nasty

French merchant

Snaps at you

When you see

All the Crosses and Stars

At Normandy

Takes your picture

Poses for you

Proves you were really there

Whenever

Wherever

You both remember

The crusty bread

The sensuous wine

The ocean of cheeses

The fish with pepper and lemon

The grapes stolen from a vine

The dark chocolate with almonds

The coconut gelato

You both remember

Crying in the cinema

The hush of the Cathedral

A meadow of flowers

So silent

You could hear the

Muddy brown creek

Slip by

Rippling

Hear the birds chirp

Hear the wind

Rushing past you

To be sick

Alone

In another country

Is very close to Hell

Maybe worse

When you return

Your friend may go away

But you will always know

Someone

Somewhere

Besides just you

 Remembers the day

When you saw

What you saw

And

How it was

When you were

Traveling together

Alone together

Far, far away

About the writer and his other life in Skokie, Illinois:

Bob Katzman’s Magazine Museum: 100,000 periodicals back to 1576!
4906 Oakton St. (8000 north and 4900 west) Skokie, Ill 60077
(847)677-9444 Mon-Fri: 11 am to 4 pm / Sat: 10 am to 2 pm

Katzman’s Publishing Company site: www.FightingWordsPubco.com
Katzman’s online non-fiction stories: www.DifferentSlants.com

Poetry? For me, writing poetry is not an option.
It’s a response to emotion. Like cigarette smoke,
it’s fast-flowing, shapeless and with little time to capture it.
Writing poetry in an imperative. I say what I feel compelled to say.

I sell my five published books via mail order and accept major credit cards.
Fast, reliable service. Read my stories and see what you think.
I’m also available for hire to read my true Chicago stories to organizations
and answer all questions. I autograph my books when I sell them.

I am currently seeking an agent to do more readings.
Feel free to call me at the number above. 

6 Comments »

Comment by Orit Gordon

November 11, 2011 @ 11:19 am

So deep and yet so scattered. You are all over the place. i wonder what triggered you to write it all.

Comment by J Steve Adler

November 11, 2011 @ 11:24 am

A perfect one to be used at a poetry reading session. I can just hear you doing this, with vigor. Keep up the great work!

Comment by Don Larson

November 11, 2011 @ 7:23 pm

Bob, I liked it. Your words are true!

Sincerely,

Don

Comment by Gargi

November 12, 2011 @ 1:19 pm

Having just finished reading Pts. 1, 2, 3, and 4 of your “The Compassionate Cops of Wales” (and thanks for letting me ride along on THAT TRIP!), I would have to ad …just as you remember things qualitatively better’traveling together’, those Welsh horses or ponies had their enjoyed experience of ‘you’– and most certainly left behind in your wake memories of yourself (perhaps with laughter over a pint– or is that, an ounce?:~} many Welsh policemen.

This newest “take on travel” of yours, is lovely– if not a bit bittersweet (an experience I have had on looking over old photos I took of scenery, buildings, etc. in my own travels). Where is the human element? We so search for the human element.

Yet, could that be just our attachment-to-familiarity-phenomenon– of the human species? An ancient tribal-survival appendage?

What about one’s ‘inner communion’? What about the sheer enjoyment of self? It is taught in some spiritual paths, that “one loves for one’s sake alone”. Despite all the religiosity injunctions, I really don’t love you for your sake– but for what I experience inside myself when you appear (so, too, can be said for all the other e-motions).

It may sound ‘remote” and counter-intuitive to the actual experience of love as we (usually) know it– but if one looks with just such an inner-turned eye, one sees/experiences love… everywhere– alone, together, with animate or inanimate ‘objects’, in enjoyment, in ugliness, in good times, in desperate ones, etc. These are some further musings…that arose upon reading your latest sensitive offering.

Comment by bruce

February 23, 2016 @ 10:41 am

i love this piece and it is made more powerful by knowing you and what you and joy are dealing with. love you guys…

Comment by Charlie Newman

February 23, 2016 @ 11:49 am

A part of life turned into a hearty stew that pleases the senses like crazy…

RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

Leave a comment

XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>