by Tanya Southey   May 14, 2019

I have a few addictions
Italian food,
and window seats
on airplanes
going anywhere

I have a few addictions
books stacked
on every possible
shelf and
thin china cups
that hold strong
tea with milk

I am addicted
to violins
drums and the cello
deeply singing the sadness
of the world
and upbeat voices
singing in harmony

And if at sunset
there was a poetry
book on a red
checkered tablecloth,
cheese, wine and
a symphony playing,
warm sunshine
on my back as
the trees tried
to claw back the sun
I would know I had
lived a good life

© Tanya Southey


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  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Tanya, I'm not sure how I missed this, but I did. Maybe, my trees were clawing the sun, trying to elongate a perfect day into a lifetime of dream?
    I'm so glad a poet of your talent graces our humble pages. It is words like these that inspire the reading and writing of poetry.
    Thank you. X

  • 5 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    Do you know something as I read through this I thought for a second that it was going to bore me but how wrong was I and I've added it to my favourites it's like you wrote the life I live I am a well travelled guy and got so many memories from Paris, Rome and Venice some times the most simple lines and make the biggest impact.

    The ending really made this I've always said that everything that I've done in my life I know I've lived.

    Really was a special little piece.

    • 5 years ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Hi, thank you for the detailed feedback, not just on this piece but on a few of my recent submissions. I agree, being really well travelled myself that Paris, Rome and Venice have a magical quality. Especially Rome, when you can smell the orange trees all over the city...ah!

      Really appreciate it.

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Beautifully said...

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    The last stanza portrays a beautiful image of a peaceful and idyllic place Milly x

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    You have portrayed my idea of heaven unerringly in that last stanza, Tanya.

    Take care

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