O Roma, O Roma Poem by Ben Gieske
O Roma, O Roma
O Roma, O Roma!
Still under your spell
I remember you well
and all your aroma.
O potions of Chianti
Propelling my feet
O sweet dreams
Cobwebbing your streets
Your plazas and stradas are my delight
Spraying fountain lights quite a sight
Where ago and now dance about
At noon and with the moon yet shout
O Roma, O Roma
Mia Bella, Mia Bella
Where the then and now synchronize
With the foolish and the wise
Your size is a bit deceiving
With more and more I’m seeing
Siesting a love affair
At the Spanish Stairs
Pleasuring in happy amore
From overwhelming heat
O Bella, Bella Roma
Farewell-
You dream so well
Let me dream your dream
With all your aroma.
Good Work here. Roma, that only word have a lot of strenght! it means such lots of things to culture, history and Power... Quella Lupa ha statto molto fertile! !
Inventive, playful and free in the big sky of not taking oneself to seriously - nice work! I would loose 'where old and new meet' since I've seen it in too many brochures and it goes against what makes this work -it's originality. rd
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4/18/2024 4:34:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely photo album of images etched permanently on the memory. I hear street bands with mandolins. My favorite odd memory of Roma is a dozen or more cats lunching on spaghetti in the Colosseum. (Rather larger cats once supped there.)