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Randi Grail

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Writing from a boarding house in Gothenburg, Sweden. They have a net cafe, thefirst one I have had the opportunity to visit in weeks. This vacation is the coolest in my life. Just dropped in to say hi and post a poem about it.

I'll be with you in a normal fashion from Saturday, although I'm in Athens checking out the Olympics. But my greek buddy have good Net access. And visits Lit for the porn. :D

Miss you all. :kiss:





I drank the sun
like milk
like ambrosia
or like fridge cold Coke
after dust hours
wearing rural patience thin

I drank the sight
of mundane realities
moving across my view
lulled to exotica
by sense of steel
propelling a journey
towards

going north
east
anywhere but back

I laughed October out of Prague
Sunday out of Belfast
eternity out of Vienna
and raised a Havana dry voice
to call down heaven
or him to a dance

same words
different occasions

I drank Toulouse
under the table
blending spring clear Aqua Vera
with oak stained rouge
blending pastoral hymns
with 21st century sequencers
smattering clash
of centuries
under a purple
fading sky
casting shadows
in his face

and there
we drummed heels
to a tom tom mantra
lavished in layers

there he danced
he danced with me
 
Hey

You lucky woman

I LOVED your poem

Can i come wander around Europe with you and drink and dance??

( you will be wearing that top right??)
;)

Have fun, be safe, write soon, and have a few for me

:kiss: :rose:
 
It's been too hot for that top these last days. It's bikini weather here. And the Swedish boys and girls are wearing even less than I am.

Use your imagination. :p

Going to Oslo in the morning and will fly to Athens on thursday. It was amazingly easy to get tickets.

I'll shake my booty a little extra in Norway, just for you. :kiss:
 
Hey baby. Great poem! :)
(I want your vacation!)

:kiss:

(Tath, I'm still invited to the pool, right?) :D
 
Ok

All poets who are jealous of Randi's vacation raise their hands!

You can raise 2 if you like!;)
 
Re: Ok

tungtied2u said:
All poets who are jealous of Randi's vacation raise their hands!

You can raise 2 if you like!;)

I suppose you'll want jumping jacks next.

:)
 
Re: Re: Ok

Angeline said:
I suppose you'll want jumping jacks next.

:)

and Jill's. I'm equal opportunity!:)

beside's I like to watch the bouncing........words of all our poets.
:p
 
Re: Re: Re: Ok

tungtied2u said:
and Jill's. I'm equal opportunity!:)

beside's I like to watch the bouncing........words of all our poets.
:p


Like those songs where you follow the bouncing whatever. Uh huh. Thought so.

:)
 
Hi again. :)

Athens is insane. The temperature is staggering, the greeks are hysterical and there are people everywhere, all of the time. I doubt I'll get to see much of anything actually realted to the Olympic Games here, all arenas are off-limits unless you're filthy rich, it seems. I'll try to find a good spot to xctach some street events, like marathon and cycling. Not that I'm really all that interrested, but it seems like a joke to visit the Olympics without witnessing any actual sports.

Hot and crowded yesterday, and now, early afternoon, it's beginning to approach chaos again. But it seems like everyone ran out of steam last night, I took a brief walk early this morning - it was eery how quiet the city was, cionsidering the mayhem just a few hours earlier...



Athena Dawn

in the break of day
on this distant shore
now a crackled voice
wish to rise soar
monophonic chants
to the sky once more

to Saronic sun
on the cobblestones
of a weary street
now the city moans
in a goddess' praise
by her scattered bones

as I walk the stone
like a sunrise ghost
a mirage of man
bids a gentle toast
beckons me to sit
plays the humble host

a mirage all true
turned to wrinkled skin
ancient eyes that glow
of a song within
on a chalk stone step
he's my sunrise kin

"warm an old man's heart,
be my morning muse
soon the heat will burn
and the streets will ooze
of a million souls
and their trampling shoes"


so I sit beside
and await the whirl
just a tired old man
and a silent girl
a mirage, a muse
an ascending pearl
 
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