Dancing In Hydra Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Dancing In Hydra
With his deep voice made
of cigarettes and alcohol
He plays a Spanish guitar
As we dance in Hydra
Under an ancient moon
The waltz lasted until the sea glowed
In the Mediterranean sun
Then, he stopped
And took off his fedora
And we gave him coins and roses
Then, he walked away
In the Buddhist clouds
Such intensely beautiful and vivid imagery! Excellent poem!
I have to agree with all the comments made, this is indeed an excellent poem.
With his deep voice made of cigarettes and alcohol He plays a Spanish guitar As we dance in Hydra....delightfully expressed! A beautiful poem!
cigarettes and alcohol He plays a Spanish guitar As we dance in Hydra Under an ancient moon then he walked away in Buddhist clouds. tony
I like the feeling of your poetry, Leeann, but at the same time I feel a little lost like our two worlds are too far apart for me to know your greater meaning...?
Dancing! ! Musing along with cigarettes and alcohol. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:07:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fabulous. Highly imaginative. Thanx for sharing.