twilight
twilight
a mystical state
between sleep and awake
is it real? is it not?
so much to anticipate
the sky turns hues of indigo
street lights glow
the river flows
muffled voices linger by
whispers of music in the breeze
carts clatter on cobblestone streets
today’s masterpiece washed away
enticing flavors from a nearby cafe
meld with the vineyards sweet bouquet
every ally has its treasure
masters speak through marble eyes
and have been witnessed
through these walls of stone
the city has much to tell
indigo dissipates into the night
twilight fades away
stars look down on lambent piazza’s
as new stories are being made
This poem was inspired by the above picture of the Ponte Vecchio which I took in Florance Italy the summer before last. It is the place I met my husband going on 30 years ago.
Great photo – do you publish your work in places other than your blog?
Thank you Mountaingirl for your kind comment.
I have never tried to publish anything. Just do it for my own entertainment. Keeps that right side of the brain in shape
Oh I hear you on that one – although for some reason I haven’t done poetry for years … must put that on my list of things to do, life is too short not to have poetry