By moon and star and gondola lamp
High ranked Love energized.
Street-spotted, but for shame dim apprized
That whirled of sot and vamp.
My hand touched warm water,
yet all in life seemed so absurd.
I'd gone to sleep, forgotten the power
the absolute privilege..
to the spoken word.
"Where do our friends go" I asked Giorgia Boscolo
"when wake of your gondola reaches the sea?"
My gondoliera answered naught but a wink
mirroring ripples in a watery dream.
A sudden fatigue washed the day,
rested my sight away.
To mountains gilded in golden sun
where farewells are never long.
"Can you stay" said a sweet voice
to whom I was familiar
as a child
"of course" I replied.
Looked upon a face, kind features
of a friend I'd known
yet never the toll to be paid..
I miss you still my ice and storm.
'Was a little bird silenced and shot.
In my dreams, the bird still flies
even if the world cares naught..
even in nightmare' skies
my bird lives.
Mesmeric gondola ride
Hypnotic lull
Water barely moving
Dipping and dripping
With barely a sound
Beauty of silence
Gently trailing my fingers under the water
Utterly relaxed
Luxuriating in God’s beauty
Italy’s loveliness
Coaxing me into a gentle nap
Gliding on moonlit waves
Gold filters through row boat,
Gondola twirls…it’s song
Gently romancing hours .
Guitar plays lovers’ dream,
Gay the breaths of passion
Glossing canoe’s night sail !
Pleiades G : Kim Merryman
12`01`2016
checked at www.howmanysyllables .com
and Webster's dictionary
last night it rained hard in the gondola— I had no umbrella...
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New Monoku
April 3, 2016
Gondola Found Floating on a Village Green
Before play was performed had a rehearsal
With artists who did have a wide dispersal
Of talent that in show was highly required
So each of them had to be quickly hired.
Scenery needed to have props here and there
And after a while they soon were well aware
After checking things out and further review
What they now needed was a production crew.
Vacant performer positions needed to be filled
And the show itself was required to be billed
In theater for tremendous theatrical performance
Also to rules and regulations total conformance.
Once completed all of this had soon set the stage
For history to try and flip another complete page
Setting standards to be followed as well as seen
Show name was Gondola Floating on Village Green.
James Thomas Horn
A Gondola Ride With Me
Yes, the water waves,
And it feels so nice when the breeze comes in
-And touches our faces.
And the people wave and their words sound so nice.
Love is in the air and it tastes salty
and I can see in your eyes
That you would never fault me.
I stand and wave the wand
Moving us down,
Your eye lashes tell the story of my life
-waving at me when you smile.
I don’t think any other wave would be more perfect.
Hold my sack while I work.
You look like a dream
-under the natural light and stars.
I can’t wait for tonight.
Close your eyes everything will be alright.
“I’ll let you be in my dreams, If I can be in yours”
And we slept.
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