Things Poetic

 Amazing Italy Arrive tired, journey long, sleep bad But hoping for something better, hoping and praying, not To some imaginary deity But to the Italian gods of amazing food, music, language Passion And wine And always Art  The smallest restaurant, with the incredible character in the walls, the textures The roof tiles Calls you back again and again To experience it again Yourself

 A Painting Blank canvas, calling out, begging to be clothed in paint, colours spilling across its surface, swirling around, finding routes across the surface, building banks that grow, as the blues and greens conjoin lifting off the tightly interweaved, white strands The paint and brush contend with each other each trying to create their own story finishing in a mix of dramatic and subtlety complete but not