here I am

here I am

or am I here

sitting on

an Autumn evening

as the deserted city

reluctantly

awakens from its torpor

 

the Tiber is

shallow deep

 

old men sit

by the wall

yakking

as their dogs

yap

 

a lady

far above herself

snoots past

 

along the towpath

lovers flirt

maniacs

vainly run

 

a lone rower

rests

upon his oars

 

on this sultry eve

where the leaves

dare shake

an angelus

drones

in the pregnant air

 

crickets craic

 

my face drips

 

am I here

 

was I there

at all?

 

 





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-31 at 20:41

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normalil
O my goodness, there you are . Am so pleased to see you, as I don't get to the site that often. You have been often in my thoughts, and now it seems that you are well, and in Italy...enjoy, and my best wishes go with you. Thanks for the very enjoyable read, I loved the "snooty" bit"
2014-10-22


Rob Graber
I feel as if you were--and are!
2014-09-01


shells
Your powers of observation were most certainly there! Love that line "snoots past."
2014-09-01