I walked from the big house to the villas
In the cool of the late tuscan night
I smelt wheat grass and orange blossom
I heard owls and night birds
And rustling in the grass
I saw twinkling lights on distant hills
I felt a thousand years press against my throat
I took the shy silence
Deep into my mouth and ate it
I sensed the dust of a summer night
Felt it envelop and Tusconise me
And I wished I could have remained
In this cool scented darkness
Far away from the conversations
That these days I am forced to have
I would have liked to have turned
Purposely off this road
Plunged straight into that thicket
And become a wild boar, a springing deer
Maybe a rabbit or jumping hare
With beautifully less to think of
Alas up ahead lay my reception
And I braced, sucking in the last of the air
And spat
Into the night dust.
You were 100% conscious of the nature around you on this occasion and made the best of it. Nice work. Please review my poem 'Isthmus Of Pain And Joy'
Your description of your walk is so real I felt I was on the walk with you. Well done beautifully written
A calalcade of well-embroidered sensory data. Interesting crossroads of sensibilities.MM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Purely and simply wanting to be left alone, holding conversation with those of your choice. Me, being a Pisces, it took me there. Thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem several times.
You hit it on the head John. Thanks for the comment.Cheers, Geoffrey.