I went through some of my old poetry journals and wanted to share a couple I wrote during my time spent in Cinque Terre.
Riomaggiore
where mountain and sea meet
pastel colored buildings stack
on top of eachother
each showing off
skirts, dresses, tshirts –
proof that people live here.
Even the boats here are all
different colors
a box of crayons in the marina.
Smells of seafood and salty sea
swirl like chalk amongst the relaxed
and suntanned bodies,
taffy colored
sunset before them.
This place is small – tiny even.
tiny villages amongst the vast sea
who ever thought to build here?
Vernazza
Thunder booms and people run to take shelter –
tourists with their plastic yellow ponchos
and shopkeepers below their awning.
The rain hits the green water and laps
at the side of colorful little boats.
The sun needs to shine.
Sea Stars
There are stars in the sea.
They are called phosphorescent algae and they
glow
when they get aggravated.
Waves lap at cragged rock
and in the dark you can see
tiny glittering glowing
like fireflies of the sea.
The sky above me also sparkles
with stars
and clouds are illuminated from behind
with lightning.
As I paddle, my hands create
millions of stars in the sea.
It’s the most incredible thing
I am swimming in the
Mediterranean Sea
at 2 am with stars above me
and below me
with 5 people I just met;
strangers turned into friends.
this is travel.
this is experience.
this is life.
Mermaid Musings 