A fine day, I sit outside breathing
the light
the sweet, tangled aromas of
wood-fired pizzeria
automobile exhaust and
Chianti-stained cobblestones
of this tavern, I sit outside upon
millennia of dust and
hope
watching the city
side street move slowly by in frames
a time lapse of eternity
This poem is submitted for the Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets. To see more
poems prompted by photos of Rome or any other urban site, please visit dVerse Poets.
Photograph: Roman alleyway by Claudia Schoenfeld. Used with permission
for dVerse Poets.
15 comments:
mmm...love the smells you capture there at the beginning...it adds much to the atmosphere...love your close...time lapse of eternity...ha brilliant...have a great saturday glynn!
tangled aromas
light
dust
hope
seeing
smelling
as if
i am there
Wonderful Glynn, as I'm coming to expect. LOVE your final line...a poem in itself. Beautiful! And now I want pizza!
side street move slowly by in frames
a time lapse of eternity
You've captured the best part of vacations in the city. Thank you for the sights and sounds, I needed the respite.
lovely capture of that moment ~
Wonderfully appealing to the senses. Love the 'Chianti-stained cobblestones'
Carys
Hey Glynn,
Imbued with atmosphere and settled contemplation you do a great job of conveying a time and place.
A set of marvelous poetic snap shots which you direct and edit with skill.
Bringing forth foods aroma, which can be found in abundance urbanly, wonderfully vivid.
'Do what the Romans do, afterall Rome wasn't built in a day'. There are myriad of takes on Rome, anything at all would be relevant.You've rendered a beautiful run through here. To be there is the ultimate!
"millennia of dust and hope"
Lovely.
Each city has its distinctive aroma, as you describe in this poem. Good detail.
A time lapse of eternity. Wow. Just one of many likes I loved and could sense. This was filled with sights, sounds, smells, and passion. Loved it.
hmmmm....Chianti-stained cobblestones...you took me right there again...sigh...beautiful touch of all senses glynn
not one word wasted...
tangled aromas, stained cobblestones, millenia of dust and hope.
wonderful.
I love the way you have entered into this scene, and the way you have structured the poem. Vey effective!
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