Another poem. Whose genesis is very special.
weekend I was in the Free Republic of Santellero, host guests in the heart of the girl, to restore the brain and rejuvenate the spirit in the nature of the scenically beautiful Florentine hills. It was Saturday, and the festival of "free." In the afternoon I attended a writing workshop entitled "Scriptural - Literature from the garden." Very nice. We were all in a circle between onions, turnips and wild herbs. We each chose a topic to be developed on a sheet, which was then placed in most of the cabaret hats. Then, it was raffled off a theme that hat, and a choice about what we have written a poem, a nursery rhyme or short story. We have installed about twenty minutes to do so, each located in a freely place of the hill on which stands the farmhouse of the Republic. Then again, guests gathered in a circle of natural grass in front of the house, we shared our work. For the record, the subject was found to be raffled "feet" ... I felt lost at first, but then ... this is my production ... good reading.
Russia's campaign
Footprints in the snow.
broken boots, leather frames sterile atrophied.
walk again. Across the steppe.
"Step by step; bloody foot."
was all futility.
Cellars silent. Nothing
feet must prepare hot.
uncut grass, no trace.
not planed flat Earth.
The
tap, a distant memory.
weekend I was in the Free Republic of Santellero, host guests in the heart of the girl, to restore the brain and rejuvenate the spirit in the nature of the scenically beautiful Florentine hills. It was Saturday, and the festival of "free." In the afternoon I attended a writing workshop entitled "Scriptural - Literature from the garden." Very nice. We were all in a circle between onions, turnips and wild herbs. We each chose a topic to be developed on a sheet, which was then placed in most of the cabaret hats. Then, it was raffled off a theme that hat, and a choice about what we have written a poem, a nursery rhyme or short story. We have installed about twenty minutes to do so, each located in a freely place of the hill on which stands the farmhouse of the Republic. Then again, guests gathered in a circle of natural grass in front of the house, we shared our work. For the record, the subject was found to be raffled "feet" ... I felt lost at first, but then ... this is my production ... good reading.
Russia's campaign
Footprints in the snow.
broken boots, leather frames sterile atrophied.
walk again. Across the steppe.
"Step by step; bloody foot."
was all futility.
Cellars silent. Nothing
feet must prepare hot.
uncut grass, no trace.
not planed flat Earth.
The
tap, a distant memory.
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