Tying a Leonard Cohen song or song of a place to a poem of my own immediately made me think of a special place I'd like to be, in Italy with someone special....on a long extended summer Tuscan holiday...not as moody as Cohen and not as many rhymes as his song but I hope it has the same effect. Still recovering from the flu I was unable to even use the computer the way I wanted to for two days....it's good to feel better finally..thanks to those who expressed their well wishes ;) dversepoets.com
Show me the place.... that calmed my restless heartbeat
Show me the place..back down that familiar street
Show me the place..where I felt so young and free
Show me the place...dreams were born and carried me
A summer place..
where willows swing and sway
where willows swing and sway
where a summer song
plays its sweet refrain
plays its sweet refrain
where morning shades
are a tropical drink..
are a tropical drink..
an ideal harbor washed
in turquoise haze
in turquoise haze
Somewhere a place...a home away from home
of years gone by
of years gone by
Mid days fade to cream as "Al Di La" plays
..like a technicolor Casablanca..
Where grapes turn into a smooth Pinot Noir
for those who came from afar....
evening conversations
to plump our hearts .
...and bewilder our minds
to plump our hearts .
...and bewilder our minds
Show me the place.... that calmed my restless heartbeat
Show me the place..back down that familiar street
Show me the place..where I felt so young and free
Show me the place...dreams were born and carried me
Show me the place....
where pudding aromas laze in the air..
of paella and bread...where lavender and coconut
swim with flair
Somewhere that summer place
defines my life's desire
defines my life's desire
Where echoes spill
from the countryside...play in the salty air...
from the countryside...play in the salty air...
an orchestra of chanting monks...clomping hooves..
...of fountains cascading
...of fountains cascading
Somewhere a place to rest ...awhile in the whiteness
of a feather bed.. sewn of silkworms and bamboo
A coverlet of cirrus clouds
outlined at twilight in blood orange glaze
outlined at twilight in blood orange glaze
Show me the place.. .
eyes close with sleepy desire
eyes close with sleepy desire
Somewhere there is a place I long to go
A summer place.....keeping me warm from the cold
shaded from the heat....where I'm safe from harm
Somewhere a summer place...
Show me the place..
mmm loving the salty air...and paella...mmm...this is a bit like Leonard Cohen meets Jimmy Buffet....ha...summer will be here soon...i would settle for spring...
ReplyDeletei take it you are feeling better? i hope so. smiles.
Yes, thank you, Brian ;) Poem not gritty enough though ;(
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ReplyDeleteYes, Brian, a little of Buffet in there;)
ReplyDeleteKaty, this is great. Sounds very much like something Cohen would sing. I can almost hear his gravel voice singing your words. We all want to find that place where we are safe from harm....and a place where we can rest a while. Very nice poem!
ReplyDeletenice...i've been in tuscany about 2 years ago for a saxophone workshop and fell in love with the landscape, the food and the people..thanks for taking me back.. love the lyrical quality of this
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