​I felt like Istanbul

On a memory laden gloomy day,
I pondered my east/west fusion of lifestyles
and realized I must feel like Istanbul
many names
knowing glory and style
her heritage filled past
being a combination
of new ideas, western ways
magical modernity
and the eastern flavors,
of rug throwing, mullahs chanting,
incense burning, byzantine beauty
powerful as concrete
fragile as centuries old stone
a melting pot of languages
ideas and values
a bit of Turkish coffee
a mouth watering loukoum
all soothed by
a cup of tea.

— a poem by Cynthia (Gaddes) Kosciuczyk
for your listening pleasure put on that song constantinople!

Published by Marie

Once a race car mechanic and roller derby chick now a leadership coach, Marie is unapologetically happy and funky. Her zest for work and life are intrinsically linked. Work or play, she’s a blast to be around. Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows follow her everywhere; it’s no surprise she dreams of running away with the circus and has been writing about her vida loca since 2010 on my cyber house rules.

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