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.


Brian Miller said... the smells you capture there at the adds much to the your close...time lapse of eternity...ha brilliant...have a great saturday glynn!

Anonymous said...

tangled aromas
as if
i am there

Tashtoo said...

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

Anonymous said...

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.

Scarlet said...

lovely capture of that moment ~

Anonymous said...

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


Arron Shilling said...

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.

Pat Hatt said...

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

kaykuala said...

'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!

Maude Lynn said...

"millennia of dust and hope"


Victoria Ceretto-Slotto said...

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

Anonymous said...

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.

Claudia said...

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

Patricia said...

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

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

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