Sculptures of Bruno Catalano
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #171
everywhere i go
bits of DNA are strewn
and the echoes of memories
rest in me eternal
Pieces
Sculptures of Bruno Catalano
Tag: travel
Sculptures of Bruno Catalano
Tuned In
the hustle and bustle around me
a layer i observe but don’t hear
isolated from the bubbles of others
trying to assimilate
there goes my gently bouncing head
the shoulders follow in synchronicity
to the rhythm of the music
i settle into the warm pocket
of my own construct
this created isolation
smooth vibes
smiles
ease
swaying in this soothing world
the melodies touching my soul
moving slowly through lyrical liquid
if only i didn’t ever have to put my phone on airplane mode
Originally posted August 16, 2018 on I Write Her. Published today with revisions.
Amee Redden
Into the Sunrise of Albuquerque
The brilliant mass ascension,
five hundred plus hot air and gas balloons,
billowing a multitude of colors and shapes
while gracefully lifting up to the morning sky,
and removing all the air from the spectator’s lungs
as they gaze upward in awe.
The sunrise smiled
and accepted the new friends.
Sharing a Meal with Strangers
Chance encounters, the prelude to an enchanted evening.
Friends of friends, invitations warmly extended.
Festivities are dotted with good food, good people, and good drink.
A lifelong memory of the best of times with locals.
Going Down with the Sun
I watch from afar as the brave sail off a high cliff jutting sharply on the coastline, aiming their course directly towards the crescent of the sun. They hang in the air seemingly for an eternity until dipping too close to the turbulence of the ocean waves demands a return to the land. They ride out the last cushion of air to safety, and jubilant cheers from friends.
~~~
Amee Redden started writing at a very young age, mostly stories from traveling with her family. Amee imagines she will one day retire in a place she has come across. This feature is her first on The Short of It.
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Before COVID-19
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see? #106 & Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Saturday Mix
this sojourn makes my lips beam
look at us
the adventurous traveling novices
with cloudless skies and decent temperatures
the view is marvelous, darling
thank you for taking this trip with me
Visitors At Michael’s Gate
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix – Black, White, Unusual and Common
Sadje’s What do you see #101
as travellers meander on old cobbled roads
and behold what was once ancient
they find it is rediscovered new every day
whether witnessed by black, white, asian or hispanic
the guide’s rich retelling of its history
suggests the unusual of the past
is common knowledge in the present
with loud hushed tones and awe
the gaggle of tourists move beyond the entrance
for their first glimpse of merch
at the shops of christian dior and swarovski
under the entrance of michael’s gate
Foreign Destinations
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #71 & VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Dig
rad reflection pool
i so dig the Taj Mahal
visit overdue
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John Grey
GOOD AND EVIL
The carving on my wall
is some African devil mask
that I picked up on my travels.
The hollow eyes stare
all day, all night,
at the crucifix on the mantel.
There is good and evil
in everything…
even a room.
LOOK, UP IN THE SKY
Crows on a tree branch,
DC-10 heading south.
One gets roadkill,
the other, peanuts and a beverage.
They both fly
but the cabin service differs.
IN THE NURSING HOME
Each confined
to their own room,
the sick can no longer
suffer together.
No communal TV.
The tables are silent.
Cards put away.
Here is an exile
inside another exile.
Even thoughts
can’t find their way
through to other people.
THE FIELDS SURROUNDING THE MONASTERY
Day flips open the land this morning.
Some fields lie fallow.
Others are anxious to grow.
Monks move about them,
praying and sowing.
In a world made brilliant
by the beneficence of the sun.
it never once occurs to them
that they are the only shadows.
THAT POET IN THE FOXHOLES
He was a soldier.
Made it to sergeant.
Three stripes.
Wore them proud.
He wrote poetry too.
Mostly in foxholes.
Never composed one
before he went to war.
Nor when he came home.
Only when the bullets
were flying, did he think
a bloodroot worth
saying something about.
They bud,
bloom barely a day,
then die.
They never ask
for any of this.
~~~
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Sin Fronteras, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in West Trade Review, Willard and Maple and Connecticut River Review.
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The Borders Are Closed
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #143
Trump
screwed us
royally.
The world hates him
and now we cannot travel anymore.
Why the EU Won’t Let Americans In This Summer – Dave Keating
The Things I’ve Seen
my passion is a mission
documenting the sights in my life
this profession of no words
this visual description of where i’ve been
lets me travel to far away places
and leaves me breathless with gratitude
for the lives lived elsewhere
enhance my own
Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge #98 – No words, Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Gratitude &
Sadje’s What do you see #32
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Beautiful Adventure
From here I wish a quick departure
to visit a people alive with culture
I want to venture to a foreign land
be free to escape the daily demand
A bucket list item for many a year
want to scratch an itch so severe
Blue skies and white beaches beckon me
where lovers and bronze bodies are free
A history rich with art, poetry, and technology
where sophistication spawned prodigy
A magical destination calls my name
oh, Greece, you’re my aim
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