Sounds
of Italy
gladiator
echo in the Colosseum
ruts
of chariot wheels in Pompeii
ancient
rumble of carts hauling wares
operatic
arias reverberate in Venice
gondolier
chatter, tourist camera clicks
shopkeeper
patter, rustle of money exchange
Latin
chant rolls with the mists surrounding Assisi
slurp
of gelato tongue tingle
shoe
shuffle stumble on cobblestones
inner
grazie for the life concerto
sigh - rejected as "where's the ebb and flow? " and "too many adjectives"
Oh well.
Those rejectors don't know what they are talking about.
ReplyDeletethanks. I'm used to it, but sometimes you are sure a poem is perfect for that journal. How can they not feel it? Oh well. I appreciate your support
DeleteI thinks it's very atmospheric. I do a shoe shuffle stumble on cobbles quite often - impossible to walk over them in heels!
ReplyDeletethanks. Guess I was looking for some reassurance that my writing isn't total crap.
DeleteYou had me at "slurp of gelato tongue tingle!" I loved The Sounds of Italy like Delores, and I know the rest of the Old Broads would feel the same way!
ReplyDeleteJulie
Well, you took me right to Italy!
ReplyDeleteI really like this! I felt like I was right there.
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