If I get the thumbs up tomorrow from my Doc, I hope to be in Miami on Friday for three days before jumping ship and spending three weeks sailing around South America .. Sheesh, what we do to try n get a touch of inspiration eh' .. Take care while I'm away & please forgive any delay in my going quiet for a while .. Hope to return feeling better than I do write at this moment .. AGT's Neville 😎👍
Number Four Lipow Strasse
Hey, please take a good look
at all the graffiti
covered ghetto walls over
here, where it
seems that both Schindler’s
broken heart
and his conscience still have
value and purpose ..
Oh’ and please do take a peek
at least, at number
four Lipow Strasse, while you
are passing through ..
You will note it’s still heaving,
as much now
as it ever did, back in the day ..
When ladies, with
their old, faux ermine, would
pound these
all too familiar streets, late at
night until morning ..
Some folk, are now saying it’s
too damp, cold
and dark in there, but get this ..
It’s still a far cry
from the hovels that pretend
to be hotels
falling down and into canals
by the waterfront ..
And anyway, the various scents
that come from
inside Café Alchemia are just as
inviting today
as they have ever been since
at least, the mid
sixteenth century .. and now,
on looking back,
I recall it was somewhere up
there, in a small
third floor apartment that she
turned to face me
and said, no you don’t look old ..
You just look tired
and a bit worn, that’s all, much
like this old quilt
we both lay under and these
torn curtains
and the nineteen-thirties flock
wallpaper we try to
burn to keep warm throughout
the long nights of
another lonely winter or until
we are buried
and eventually become liberated ..
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This poem built in sentiment and welling feeling from beginning to end. The pacing and flow felt like climbing stairs in a tall building and with each floor an new sensation. As I reached the top I felt out of breath emotionally. Well done my friend. A fave
My morning has broken with a big smile .. Many thanks indeed .. Neville 😎👍
Most welcome mate
Never been to Krakow, or for that matter Poland, Neville. My tour, curtesy of my screen and a comfortable seat was more than interesting; indeed you, a poetic tour advisor, really took me there. After a lengthy visit to the museum, Café Alchemia feels just the right place to linger in.....
When you have finished upstairs, perhaps you could join me? At the absolute very least I owe you a coffee after.....
Its a long way from Oz Dave but well worth visiting .. I wish I had more time there .. still I had a good time there (my surgeon had me in stitches) ... Neville 😎
Neville, my friend, this poem lingers like smoke from Café Alchemia...rich, weary, unshakably human. You’ve written not just of a place, but of the persistence of memory itself. Cheers! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am honoured to bits Tristan, what more could an old scribe ask for .. thanking you kindly and true my friend .. Neville 🖤🖤🐦⬛😎👍
Boom. You bring this to vivid life.
Cheers Thomas .. 😎👍
Good write N.
Well thank you kindly my good mouse .. 😎👍
this one is straight from the heart, and touches a chord..
well done indeed
That's what I call a seriously heart warming opinion on a cold winters day .. Thank you so much .. Neville 😎💛🌻👍
Superb work, my friend.
Thanks again Thomas .. Neville 😎
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