Saturday, August 13, 2011

A fine day, I sit



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.
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15 comments:

  1. Brian MillerAugust 13, 2011 at 3:30 PM

    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!

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  2. AnonymousAugust 13, 2011 at 5:12 PM

    tangled aromas
    light
    dust
    hope
    seeing
    smelling
    as if
    i am there

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  3. TashtooAugust 13, 2011 at 5:22 PM

    Wonderful Glynn, as I'm coming to expect. LOVE your final line...a poem in itself. Beautiful! And now I want pizza!

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  4. AnonymousAugust 13, 2011 at 5:26 PM

    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.

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  5. ScarletAugust 13, 2011 at 5:28 PM

    lovely capture of that moment ~

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  6. AnonymousAugust 13, 2011 at 6:02 PM

    Wonderfully appealing to the senses. Love the 'Chianti-stained cobblestones'

    Carys

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  7. Arron ShillingAugust 13, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    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.

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  8. Pat HattAugust 13, 2011 at 7:33 PM

    Bringing forth foods aroma, which can be found in abundance urbanly, wonderfully vivid.

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  9. kaykualaAugust 13, 2011 at 7:43 PM

    '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!

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  10. Maude LynnAugust 13, 2011 at 8:01 PM

    "millennia of dust and hope"

    Lovely.

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  11. Victoria Ceretto-SlottoAugust 13, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    Each city has its distinctive aroma, as you describe in this poem. Good detail.

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  12. AnonymousAugust 13, 2011 at 11:10 PM

    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.

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  13. ClaudiaAugust 14, 2011 at 3:22 AM

    hmmmm....Chianti-stained cobblestones...you took me right there again...sigh...beautiful touch of all senses glynn

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  14. PatriciaAugust 14, 2011 at 4:40 PM

    not one word wasted...
    tangled aromas, stained cobblestones, millenia of dust and hope.
    wonderful.

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  15. Rosemary Nissen-WadeAugust 16, 2011 at 6:20 PM

    I love the way you have entered into this scene, and the way you have structured the poem. Vey effective!

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