My t-shirt was bought on vacation.
It pictures a Vespa in front.
On seeing it, I felt elation,
Completing my souvenir hunt.
A kiosk outdoors was displaying,
With other reminders of Rome,
The shirts for which tourists were paying
In Euros to pack and take home.
I wear it and I can envision
Those tees flapping out in the breeze.
I bought it with no indecision,
Just know-what-I-like expertise.
An object can oftentimes trigger
A memory flash in the mind,
Investing it with enough vigor
That moments don’t get left behind.
Categories:
vespa, memory, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Crabo stirred up a hornet's nest
Called up Vespa for music fest
Vespa bit the bullet
Crabo braised a pullet
Faced the music they were so stressed
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
18 December 2014
Categories:
vespa, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
La Barcaccia
A boy, of twelve, cups his hand and drink water from
the fountain near the Spanish steps, while watching
the traffic that seems anarchistic and cars park with
total disregard to fellow users of roads; he is twelve,
dreams of owning a Vespa scooter when fifteen,
but for now he has an old bike, not many boys, his
age, have got one.
It is seven thirty in the evening, a mild April day 1961,
the day is over, Bellini is still open and so is Vanity Fair,
selling expensive dresses and lingerie’s; but Roland’s
the Jeweler has shut shop, by the spring people sit and
are sociable, as most Romans are the hum and harmonies
of their voices make it good to be human
The fountain was designed by Pietro Bernini 1627 and
represent a sinking boat that sank here after a flooding.
And it was washed up at this spot. The boy doesn’t
know that, it doesn’t matter, it had been a fine day when
all was well in Rome and no one spoke of carbon foot
prints in the sky and other silly things
Categories:
vespa, art, history, day, day,
Form: Blank verse