Madrid

Escape to a sunny Spanish capital for a few minutes. This one is better in pairs. One person can close their eyes, while the other reads.

Madrid

 

Flowing streams,

Under mild rays.

Couldn't imagine such a view,

On a sunny sexy Spanish November Monday.

 

Tranquility at a time you least expected,

Sitting on boat in a lake.

When a steering oar abducts you to places,

Welcome but unanticipated.

 

Clip clop clip clop,

Horses chatter about the weather,

Just before a class of wide bright eyes,

Filled with intrigue,

And topped off with happiness and wonder.

 

And behind the excited pairs of optical stares,

A Spanish forestry.

Where brown leaves fester and muster,

Building a mini Autumn cluster.

Casually dancing while discussing a busy and successful summer.

For they completed their cycle.

An end has arrived.

It was a happy ever after.

They will spend their last remaining moments with friends.

 

To the right,

Branches sway beneath the sky,

A blinding blue,

Not a cloud in sight.

Easing minds back to time,

We wish were not left so far behind .

 

Sitting a number of yards within view,

History dictates four roaring lions,

Erected in pastel green,

Must have been a hell of a team. 

Though sometimes what is there,

Might not be all it seems.

An unfamiliar story,

Perhaps of glory.

More likely some crazed battle,

Honour scrutinised and tested.

Even more so their mettle.

 

Just below the Felines' feet,

Another element comes to greet.

Strange the water brings no unease or anxiety,

Possibly because the waves do not crash,

Instead bumping gently.

 

A Spanish guitar serenades the beauty in sight,

A cool wind drifting left and right.

Lazy moments begin anew,

An understanding of a siesta,

Which is pure and true .

 

Notes reverberate,

Pierce the skin,

D major 7,

Or maybe an E.

Flowing faster.

Tempo quickening.

But no crescendo here,

As much as a forte is pleading.

 

A hell of a player,

What is he doing here?

He deserves a stage,

This much is clear.

 

Stimulating sensations.

Reminiscent of a bodily glissando,

From vigilant to lethargy,

Sliding into fidgety, scribbling, creativity.

 

The guitar hums on more,

Back and forth.

String arrangement accelerates,

Then lean on the brakes,

Still somehow maintaining the rhythm.

Not losing its way.

Respect for the way that he plays.

Each finger brushes the fibres like a kiss,

Evoking feelings,

We always seem to miss.

 

Blood dances in the veins.

Limbs react.

A sound to compliment the peepers.

Still processing natural artistry.

Reminding me for every agonist,

Comes an antagonist.

The agonist your smile,

As your cheeks contract.

The antagonist your mind,

As it switches off and relaxes.

 

Admittedly I came to write,

Spark a little fire,

On this sexy Spanish November Monday,

I've been truly inspired.

 

Back to you,

Feel the massaging heat roll down your face,

Remember,

It's calm now.

No rat race taking place.

A lifetime on this spot you could easily stay.

 

It's rare we take moments to appreciate,

Gifts of life,

The earth sometimes creates.

 

Thoughts race round the mind,

Promoting the consideration,

Instead of a fight,

And a stern stance.

Choose hypnosis into this beautiful trance,

Indulging wonderful images,

Like a salsa dance,

Something else I have to try.

So many experiences to grasp and squeeze in,

Before I expire.

 

Keep this moment.

No shouting.

No anger.

No demands.

Or annoying mantra.

No bad tempered banter.

No way this will be hampered.

Visit regular,

To preserve sanity and a mild manner.

 

The acoustics are now over,

Body and soul warmed up like a heater,

You can take off the coat,

Of tension and stress,

As they crumble like seeds,

Through your fingers.

 

I've run out of words,

That wasn't the best of stanzas.

But in this moment ,

Does it really matter?

 

So this is what Madrid has to offer.

Maybe I'll come back just after winter.

But for now I'll recall and recollect,

Reminisce and respect.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

One of the glorious cities to visit and enjoy as you recall and pen this wondrous poem. Bravo............