Open Poetry #45 |
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Bucharest Spring: 1982 |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Strains of gypsy violins floated, in aural rhapsody, on the sumac scented air of Floreasca Park. Other lovers also strolled, but we were elsewhere- a place out of time, where we existed only in our eyes. Cherry blossoms burst in vernal excitement in the gardens of the old Bucur Restaurant. The open window by our mezzanine table with its guttering candle, admitted a subtle miasma that focussed our world to this eternal moment. The rain-washed cobbles of Calea Victoriei echoed reflected fairy lights, illuminating the enchanted night. The Arcul de Triomphe loomed from the mist, a monumental signpost on the magical journey that would lead us, spell-bound, into our shared future. From the "Realms of Gold" series "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
AH..a national geographic photo essay with scratch and sniff added....enjoyed it! |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Thank you, DS. I just can't stop going back to my travel days. One of the beauties of age is the clarity of memories (other than self-induced short term memory loss, of course). Peace Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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