Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Flashes

I think of the little café in Berlin
Where we breakfasted sitting outside
And the strolls that we took from our Danish hotel
With the icy canal as our guide.

Gelato in Italy, pea soup in Prague
And hot cocoa on cold Swedish streets,
The memories cropping unbidden and yet
Sweet and lovely, like welcoming treats.

My travel’s on hold but these flashes are proof
That experiences while you’re away
Make a lasting impression to savor and mull
When you’re stuck in a pandemic day.

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Maurice Rigoler July 23, 2020 at 3:08 AM I'm not like, Ilene, I remember not only the sights I see when I travel but also the foods I eat, good or bad! I remember the best Niçoise salad I ever had in Paris; my first taste of beef tongue in Switzerland; the delicious pastry in Nice, France, which I thought was a fig bar but turned out to be not fig bit Swiss chard! A Greek dessert also passes for sweet figs but is actually green tomatoes! / M

Rico Leffanta July 19, 2020 at 2:21 PM I wonder why women always remember the food on their journeys? I knew a Swedish woman who always remembered the different sex techniques of men she met on her travels. Hysterical laughter is much more enjoyable than food! Aloha! Rico

Tom Cunningham July 18, 2020 at 9:37 PM Hopefully in the future you can visit those places again Ilene. Tom

Andrea Dietrich July 18, 2020 at 6:16 PM ahh, to think of those memories. Will life ever be the same? Hey, Ilene. I know you have some things in common with Matt Anish. you know of him, don't you? I called him the Big Apple poet. He always wrote of New York. Anyway, I just learned he passed away. Thought you might want to know. Ilene Bauer July 18, 2020 at 8:13 PM Thank you for letting me know, Andrea. I haven’t seen his work here for a while and wondered what happened to him. He will be missed...

John Watt July 18, 2020 at 5:55 PM The scrapbook of the mind. Where would we be without it, eh? Loved taking the world tour with you today, ilene!

Jan Allison July 18, 2020 at 4:00 PM You can travel ... but only in your mind Ilene and at Least it's safer that way. Thanks for sharing your memories:-) hugs Jan xx