Old men smile through smoke stained teeth
to banter and remiss when they were young.
Italian stucco walls of an open church
welcome the visitor where few enter,
to quickly pass in quiet faithful manner.
The streets come to life as traffic quicken
the pace...sunset embraces night with those
seeking three course meals. People greet
each other with smiles as though friends
for life. Life slowed to walk the plaza
past the shops, hotels and restrauant,
arm in arm strolls parade after mid-night.
I sip my beer from hotel patio with deep lament
of a simpler time to pass before me while
culture sustain timeless family ties.
A contest entry
- Contest #402 Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
1200 points, ended September 20, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wonderful
What a terrific write. So very creative and well written. Best of luck in the contest
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Lovely Poem
Sound like a great place to relax and enjoy the surrounding people and culture.A delight to read my friend. Take care. Hugs and Smiles.
Peace And Grace, Sandy
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Some wonderful descriptiveness in here that paints images in my mind of places and moments in a life. Really enjoyed reading this
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Thanks for the comment, I am in Gaeta, Italy...the pace is slow, the drivers of vehicle are fast and the night embraces arm in arm walks with the family up and down the streets. I hope you are doing well, I keep you in my prayers.
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Such a thoughtful write on the prompt. This has a very self reflective air about it and fits the prompt so well. Thank you so much for your entry
Gaylene
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