places

Wales in wondrous spring high
with I dog no longer young smelling
sea salt gaping in sandy hearts I
what short time here is telling

there are movements cool and suave
rolling down the hillsides of Rio
there are conditions most men crave
there is a yearning in the me to you

there is so much hovering above
the sites we all once called condition
there is a weary disposition for love
in the short red blood rendition

I see old Istanbul the Ottoman gone
behind old buildings melting into
ferry wild Bosporus glittering sun
with fried ghosts of fish on the go




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-06-17 at 18:49

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. Your poems often take the reader cleverly around the world. Like a philosophical travel guide.
2015-06-19



hmmm ... where should I go? Wales has never held much interest for me; Brazil ... I've been there!!** so, Istanbul is mysterious and exotic. Enjoyed reading this. :)
2015-06-18