06-24-2017, 06:25 AM
Hi Four-eyed cat
Why do you only have one star?
Seems you should be loaded down with stars!
Remind me of the SEA that kisses the coast of Algiers,
Where the tides are SOFT and the winds all but fierce. -I like this L very much.
In that country PAST the strait of Gibraltar,
where the trip TO CASABLANCA didn’t halt her. -I had to train cadence by reading the verses over and over,
the meter didn't come naturally to me.
Taking that plane past the eye of the Mediterranean Sea, - lengthy L
to the cheek of the Atlas Mountains in Jbel Ayachi.
Tell me again, what you called the world’s left brow,
I believe it was either Kiev, or the city of Moscow.
You journeyed on to the scarred eye of the Aral Sea,
where only sand was left to remind you of former glory. -missing
Greeted eastward by the buildings of Ashgabat,
which had a shade of white quite akin to that Masqat.
There in Rome, where we visited the Sistine, -this stanza seemed to have the better timing
telling me you would soon be leaving for Argentine.
Abruptly you went from the Chilean hills of Santiago,
to the concrete spires of New York and Chicago.
Was it there that you heard an oriental song?
A melody you chased all the way to Hong Kong?
Though I might’ve confused myself with Singapore.
I’m quite certain it was either that, or Kuala Lumpur. -this stanza made me smile
Fondly I think of our first kiss in the vineyards of Roubaix,
reminiscing me how strongly I miss your warm embrace.
Making me hope that you’ll snap free of your peregrine,
for I will patiently wait for you at gates of Berlin. -and this
thank you for the read.
I like how the poem starts asking for a reminder
then ends with a fond memory.
janine
Why do you only have one star?
Seems you should be loaded down with stars!
Remind me of the SEA that kisses the coast of Algiers,
Where the tides are SOFT and the winds all but fierce. -I like this L very much.
In that country PAST the strait of Gibraltar,
where the trip TO CASABLANCA didn’t halt her. -I had to train cadence by reading the verses over and over,
the meter didn't come naturally to me.
Taking that plane past the eye of the Mediterranean Sea, - lengthy L
to the cheek of the Atlas Mountains in Jbel Ayachi.
Tell me again, what you called the world’s left brow,
I believe it was either Kiev, or the city of Moscow.
You journeyed on to the scarred eye of the Aral Sea,
where only sand was left to remind you of former glory. -missing
Greeted eastward by the buildings of Ashgabat,
which had a shade of white quite akin to that Masqat.
There in Rome, where we visited the Sistine, -this stanza seemed to have the better timing
telling me you would soon be leaving for Argentine.
Abruptly you went from the Chilean hills of Santiago,
to the concrete spires of New York and Chicago.
Was it there that you heard an oriental song?
A melody you chased all the way to Hong Kong?
Though I might’ve confused myself with Singapore.
I’m quite certain it was either that, or Kuala Lumpur. -this stanza made me smile
Fondly I think of our first kiss in the vineyards of Roubaix,
reminiscing me how strongly I miss your warm embrace.
Making me hope that you’ll snap free of your peregrine,
for I will patiently wait for you at gates of Berlin. -and this
thank you for the read.
I like how the poem starts asking for a reminder
then ends with a fond memory.
janine
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