a sensory list of memory
in whitewashed angles where May’s
caught itself a scribbled
song stuck honey-tight
dissonant touch of chilli
to the eyeball
cardamom cumin curlicues
hung jasmine sun warm
cupped a hand over my nose
led me through
an inventory of childhood
summers-to-come
fever, before it was
and all things remembered
at just the right moment
to be forgotten
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY
The three last verses of this poem are simply perfect…
Congratulations and best wishes,Aquileana 🙂
Grazie mille, Aquileana. Thank you for visiting the London Suite 🙂
“Ahh London” Wish I had your gift for words and desciptions Ali. Hyde Park on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Damp cool mist on the skin.
Definitely damp 😉
thank you xx