I continue to be gratified and delighted by your response to my blogs. It encourages me greatly to continue even when the evil bird on my shoulder tells me to quit while I'm behind. This is a piece that struck me on a very fine day on the Port of St Jean. Read and enjoy.
The previous blogs will stay up for a while or until somebody tells me that they are sick of them.
Keep letting me know what you think as it helps to guide choices for this. Also if you like share the site with others.
St Jean the place of big and small
boats the haunt of rich and not so
business offerings of high end food
pampering former Soviet wealth
maybe even illicit Italian riches
we are here without those credentials
We sat on the newly restored port
sipped rosé and prosecco gazed
on the assets of the boating fraternity
lounged like we owned everything
smoked small cigars were spoiled
as if Europe rich not Irish poor
Peter Clarke
(Image: Dufy from Cocteau Museum Exhibition)
Pearl Marache
16.08.2017 04:26
It's as if we were there!
Tom
15.08.2017 17:50
A lovely piece Peter. Keep it up. Tom
Triona Mc Morrow
15.08.2017 13:36
Lovely poems Peter!
Latest comments
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
Hi Peter,
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
Hugs,
John.x
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.