I wrote 30 poems in 30 days.
My thread can be read here:
I am satisfied about a number of them, even written under pressure. I will add them to my anthology: A Leaf, Dead and Lately Fallen.
Here's a sample:
26. a traversiamo
The tenor rises
from the restaurant on the street below
and the shadow of the wrought iron foot board
haunts my wall - a spider shadow cast by the streetlight;
the red infusion that drenches the canvas
is the hue of my Chianti broadcast
by the flickering candle behind it.
I am alone, but I am not lonely.
At lunch the coloratura was lovely,
more lovely than the spaghetti alla carbonara
which was superb. For now it is dolce far niente
Tomorrow will be Naples - and pizza!
Somewhere my memory of Sophia
lounges in black lace, curvy, warm, seductive
a vision redolent of all that is good about Italy.