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[nash79]

Walking the streets of the old city
Morning breeze welcomes you.
The sunrise guides you to the old man’s bakery;
Miles away you can smile it, you cam almost taste it
Your footsteps quicken, your heart is racing
Right to the patio where the bread is waiting;
Out of the brick oven, warm and fresh.
Every piece is a story, every bite is a poem.
The

Comments

[mcgook]

fabulous! More in your email. Keep writing, sweetie. Hugs, T

PS

[mcgook]

I like this new layout!

[mangroveroots]

I found your poem on a community post and wanted to ask--did you mean to write "smile" in line 4? I think it is clever. I really like all the details here.

[nash79]

I think you already figured it out, it was suppose to be "Smell" but I am the the kind of person who never re-read anything he writes,and yet i never seem to learn to.Thank you for your comment too, I tried to compensate for not begin able to take a picture that day,and thats the reason I wrote this.

better than a photo

[mangroveroots]

because of course there are more senses--hearing, smell (or smile). Which is great and what made your work stand out among a lot of the angst-filled writing in that community. Sorry if this is too much interpretation but I am reading a book of essays by Robert Hass and found a quote from Milosz that resonates: "Only the moment is eternal." Carry your cameral less often!

Re: better than a photo

[nash79]

"Only the moment is eternal.",I'll remember that, and thank you for sharing that.I think we all have our way in capturing certain moments,and there are always more than just one way most of the time, so as you said above"Carry one"..

[c_reina]

I'm not much of a writer.But Two Words here:VERY authentic.

[nash79]

thanks a lot for taking the time to read and comment , "Very Authentic" is what i had in mind writing it,and your comment makes realize I was on the right track.