I stand
on my balcony
gazing up
at the full moon
3 am
Izmir time
thousands of miles
from your eyes
gazing up
at the same moon
there
our faces reflected
on its surface
eyes meet
one time
more
before clouds
drift across
our gaze
I stand
on my balcony
gazing up
at the full moon
3 am
Izmir time
thousands of miles
from your eyes
gazing up
at the same moon
there
our faces reflected
on its surface
eyes meet
one time
more
before clouds
drift across
our gaze
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Ah that is great, L. Thanks for reporting from Izmir time…
Thanks, Jeff. Hope more people joined in. It is a great idea.
Lovely!! I thought of you, there in Izmir, as I drove home from our local writers’ open mic tonight, watching the moon rise over the Blue Ridge Mountains. Thanks to Jeff for inviting this connection.
Thanks, Emily. Good thoughts are always welcome.
Beautiful piece. May our reflections pass one another.
Thanks, Robert. I thought I caught a glimpse of you last night looking a bit like Tu Fu of my imagination.
My wife has described me as the short, dark, round guy. Perhaps it was me.
Even more fun than writing tonight has been reading — this is a marvelous poem and really captures the spirit of this gathering. I’m writing this now in a small city near Chicago so you will see my glass raised at a slight delay…
Thank you for the raised glass but now unfortunately I’ve just a cup of coffee to offer in response but promise, once home again, I’ll reciprocate in kind.