The Venetian face is faded
lampshades of blushing pink
buildings trimmed in handmade lace
hide rotted wood beneath.
Antique glass-blown cheeks
Venetian lilac window panes
boarded up when day is done.
turn turquoise when it rains.
Rose bud steeples never burgeon
worshiping the savory sun.
Clotheslines strung like story times, and
piovan hymns, softly sung.
Venetian pigeons love the children
cannoli, biscotti and beignet.
Croatian stone lines the bakery’s eyes
a flaked paint and pastry holiday.
Perfectly cooked tuna fillets
Star jasmine has its own concerto
coral dusk dances a fast furlane
feet a-rocking from the vaporetto.
Aqua sky with a grey-blue wig
sips apertivo party breeze
the high-tide spritzers conceal
carpeted stairs of velvet seaweed.
Saluti, floating, fizzy city
buildings of rhino mountainsides.
Saluti, curvy Serenissima
and your pouty-lip mountainside.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
wow, sounds like a pot of gold at the end of a well-described rainbow.
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Thank you; most of this poem came from the messy scrawling in my pocket journal. She caught a lot of one-liners crossing canals.
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Lovely. A gorgeous poetic revisit for me. And the photos are beautiful too. 💖
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Thank you, kindly. A great keepsake for me is trying to humbly capture in words the places I visit.
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Yes. A photo in words. A photo with emotion and bits of your thoughts. I think it’s great!
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I so wish to see that some day.
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Thanks, Misky. I hope you get a chance to see her, as well. Quite a facade.
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Thanks for this poetic tour.
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You paint a beautiful picture. Venice is on my to do list post covid! 😊
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Then you’ll get to meet her soon, for sure. She’s has a lovely profile. Thanks, Hobbo. 😉
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