My Istanbul Poem by Sidney Wade
My Istanbul
I feel mottled
a gray cloud slides
over the domes
turned from the white
sea and its secret
Greek dream
here is a white bird
and a grave-digger's spade
here is a smooth white face
here an inswept corner
here it is temporarily perfect
moon thirst and moon slake
rise out of that great lively sea
to illuminate the dim passageways
here is a star inside a bag
this is my heart beating faster
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4/23/2024 7:36:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Rise out of that great lively sea the country shines and we feel its beauty. Gray clouds motivate mind greatly. Bot natural beauty and patriotism are well expressed in this excellent poem...10