Cherry red rivulets trickled from her crown
pooling momentarily in her orbit,
flowing over visage pale as Maiko mask,
slowly forming cocktail with the falling snow.
A lonely heartbeat slowly ebbs to nothing.
Death throes of her Lambretta pierce the silence.
Categories:
lambretta, death,
Form: Free verse
a bouncing ball against a wall
conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope:
milk bottles clinking in a crate
grate of chalk upon the slate
the tinkle of five-stones on a roll:
warning moan of an air raid
drone of bombers overhead
the whispers of prayers said:
rattle of the tin-can tommy
rasping squeak of a swing
the bus stop bell request ring:
voices chanting time-tables
snap of a teacher cane
the double hoot of the fast steam train:
raucous yell of the paper-seller
the release of the works hooter
exhaust noise from my Lambretta scooter:
peals of a Sunday morn bell
the passing funeral ....tolling,
....a death nell
Categories:
lambretta, sound,
Form: Rhyme
CIAO BELLA ...
Bella is leaving,
Bella wants to depart,
no longer enjoys to be here ...
Bella adores heat,
but is already tired,
maybe got tired of me ...
Bella wants pizza ...?
Bella wants
the tower of Pisa ...
Bella misses
her lambretta,
romane vacanze
other romance ...
Dolce vita ... anema e cuore ...
Rome, Torino, Firenze ...
So sad,
Bella wants to leave ...
O Bella, tI prego!
If you are leaving,
I'll leave with you ... Because
live without you...
Living senza di te
I cannot stand..
Categories:
lambretta, allusion, fantasy, love, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
a bouncing ball against a wall
conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope:
milk bottles clinking in a crate
grate of chalk upon the slate
the tinkle of five-stones on a roll:
warning moan of an air raid
drone of bombers overhead
the whispers of prayers said:
rattle of the tin-can tommy
rasping squeak of a swing
the bus stop bell request ring:
voices chanting time-tables
snap of a teacher cane
the double hoot of the fast steam train:
raucous yell of the paper-seller
the release of the works hooter
exhaust noise from my Lambretta scooter:
peals of a Sunday morn bell
the passing funeral ....tolling,
....a death nell
Categories:
lambretta, nostalgia,
Form: Bio