Gatherite, John F. Walter, sent me wonderful photos of his recent trip to show Andalucia to visiting friends. Seeing old haunts, recalling places I had been, got the emotions running high. I grabbed my trusty Moleskine, and dashed off a quick poem. Here it is in its raw form, as scribbled into my notebook's graph-paper pages:
España--
Everyday plain is exotic to me.
The palms and orange trees
Know my name.
I am imbued with the rhythm
Of feet and hands,
Of castanets and guitar,
Of quiet nights under
Deep, velvet skies.
Gitanos stop to cook a meal--
Paella of found foods over
A hot fire of cedar boughs.
Asparagus from the fields,
Hen's eggs in the woods,
And fragrant rice with saffron.
Food and music, hearts and soul,
Smells and sounds of life
Lived at a slower, saner pace.
All this and more dwells
Forevermore in my heart!
¡Viva Andaluz!
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Annina Anton
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February 16, 2006 From My Moleskine - A Poem for Spain
May 10, 2006 06:45 PM EDT
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Comments: 12
Like the first stanza. Perhaps more work on the second one.
TANJA - Go! It's wonderful!
BENITA - Oh, that's excellent! We lived there six years. My son was born there. Yes, definitely it needs work. It's a total first draft and shows! LOL! It's more like a "stream of consciousness" assemblage than a poem. We'll see what I come up with!
It truly touched my heart, this Poem for Spain. Thank you for finding your own memories in my photos, and becoming my friend.
Please don't change too much within this poem, especially my favorite lines: palm and orange trees know my name; also, Paella of found food.
I'll be "racing through paradise" (with apologies to young Mr. Buckley) again during the first week in June and can only imagine having the time for a "paella of found food" BUT - I will imagine it and savor the thoughts.
Thank you, Annina, for the taste of what's to come.