More poems for Promptly Poetry |
| It’s the artist’s dream - echoes of footsteps tapping on cobblestones poetry in percussion. Strangers sipping wine, spilling secrets, sitting at tables beneath his window. A room above the cafe, not quite an attic but suitably rustic, the atmosphere should write itself, yet the pages stay stubbornly blank. He opens another bottle of wine, perhaps, he has not suffered enough. Soon, soon. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" Prompt - Image of a narrow street and cafe in Italy, titled La Dolce Vita |