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art, impressionism, painting, poem, poetry, print, sunflowers, vincent van gogh
05 Sunday Jun 2016
Posted poem
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art, impressionism, painting, poem, poetry, print, sunflowers, vincent van gogh
11 Wednesday May 2016
Posted poem
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Architecture, art, boys, football, gondoliers, Italians, Italy, laughter, pasta, poem, poetry, St Marks, travel, Venetia, Venice
Venice
who created her
voices
laughter
consummate ease
grace
water splashing
bridges
buildings, affronting water, canals, boats
moving slowly now
bells, churches, steeples
those cobblestone streets aside narrow lit lane ways
darkness
quiet
no cars
no bikes
no noise
people
mingling
merchants
carefully prepared shop windows
roses
concrete
gondoliers
gondoliering
glass
unsurpassed
St Marks
large then overwhelming
towering within the ancient squares below
filled with boys
kicking a football
selling a gazette
frying tomato then pasta
Fettucini
nightfall
silence
boots marking the lane way’s below
not noisy
just existing
laughter