” And therefore I’ve sailed the seas and come
to the holy city of Byzantium’
-William Butler Yeats
Drifting towards las California
surfing coast to coast,
in a state of frenzied hysteria.
In the city of cock-tail
baby it’s gonna be all hearty and hail.
Now don’t you believe those blind poets;
who proclaim surrender and succumb,
and miserable kindness is all the worth.
Truth is in youth, tanned body is all the mirth.
Ember sun, droplets of sweet-sweet wine
that cerulean azure sky-line.
The low hanging palm palanquins,
and the glorious home coming queens.
Before the golden Aprils begins,
sun-city is the new Byzantium;
and beams of warmth my holy mausoleum.
Truth is in youth, tanned body is all the mirth…👍👍
Thanks for stopping by, much appreciate it. Take care dear!
An excellent poem describing contemporary California where truth is in youth and tanned body is all the mirth.
Written in the style of William Butler Yeats’ Sailing To Byzantium.
I love it.
Drac it’s so frigid cold here, I’m just dreaming of California. I guess ryt now a sunny place is like a Byzantium! 🙂🙂
Hope you manage to survive a cold Vermont winter. ☃❄
wow! this is gorgeous writing; makes me think of Don Henley’s song,’Boys of Summer’ —
Its very cold out here hence I am dreaming of sunny California 🙂