With the surprise arrival of the stormy might
Came to pass the long-feared fight
First standing proud and quietly brave
Then bled white by wind and wave
The ocean rose, there was no lee
Her trusted timbers stole by the sea
And as their initials floated away
Pained authors huddled ashore to stay
Her planks once were the open hand
That invited us to relief from the land
A bench to rest, a rail to lean
The simplest wonders, untold serene
She gifted the site of dolphin or two
And delivered each day her readied view
Our walk upon it was one of a kind
That pier, that day, and you entwined
They held my feet and many more
Those shattered planks ripped from the shore
Anonymous splinters now scattered to sea
Once proudly stood outside the lee
That giving extension of the sand
Once lifted our souls from the land
A bench to rest a rail to lean
A place of wonder and told serene
It gifted the site of dolphin or two
Delivered each day its readied view
It still stands proud in my mind
A pier, a view, and more entwined
Queen Johanna I of Naples
Reigned over the marriage bed
"No wife must yield to her husband
More than six times per day," she said.
And now you know the reason
Why they all died young, back then
It wasn't the spaghetti
Just cocks chasing after the hen!
Silver filigree runs down to the beach
While sunlight glints off villas and cliffs
Into the Bay of Naples
Capri
Like a cameo against cloud and sea.
Olive groves make a mosaic against the hills
While lemon trees stud the valley
With jewels among the leaves.
"A Napoli anche l'asse mediano ha la sua poesia." - Rosano Verde
I have composed a poem based on the above Italian sentence.
IN NAPLES
In Naples, even the median axis has his poem,
and the road goes in a straight line up the centre...
The sky awaits to meet it in the distance.
In Naples, you will search the median axis,
and when you have found it, you will laugh out loud
for the sky will greet the road.
For too long they have been separated
but the sky has always been attracted -
fascinated by the axis on your own sweet road.
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8/22/2015
It's colder than snow
ready to soothe your palate
throughout the long day.
Three superb flavors,
taste them and dream of Naples
and of its colors.
While eating this ice cream,
explore that southern city
on the bluest shore.
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