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The Garden of Europa

A flower so unique there was only one Phoenicia a land of mystic her beauty in bloom a deception her strength was the stem not pretty soft petals her love for humanity touched the disenfranchised her heart belonged to the poor she was to be a gift to a land that of sadness failed to see crusades never win her true beauty a diamond hidden within

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 5/29/2024 5:07:00 AM

Arthur, you're giving me an education on Greek mythology, which I appreciate very much! As a result of your work here, I read something about Phoenicia. We have a lot to thank them for culturally. Thinking about stem and petals and what they represent gives one something to think about. Artistically, it's a wonderful metaphor for character and strength that makes me pause and think. Smiles, sir!!

Arthur Vaso
Date: 6/8/2024 2:11:00 PM

Thanks Duke, here is a little fact, they made it to North America 1000's of years ago!

Eileen Manassian

Date: 5/25/2024 1:09:00 PM

What a sensational gem! Loved this piece. It's so touching. Your muse was certainly active here

Arthur Vaso
Date: 5/28/2024 2:09:00 AM

Thank you kindly!

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/23/2024 8:26:00 PM

Perhaps a collage of women, but Mother Theresa also came to my mind. It is a talented and interesting poem.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 5/25/2024 12:57:00 AM

In fact it was based on this woman! In Greek mythology, Europa was a Phoenician princess from Tyre Lebanon and the mother of King Minos of Crete. The continent of Europe is named after her. The story of her abduction by Zeus in the form of a bull was a Cretan story; as classicist Károly Kerényi points out, "most of the love-stories concerning Zeus originated from more ancient tales describing his marriages with goddesses.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 5/22/2024 5:44:00 PM

there is hidden beauty in your words. Your poem reminded me of Princess Diana or Mother Teresa. NIcely done. Wishing you a pleasant evening, Sara

Arthur Vaso
Date: 5/25/2024 12:56:00 AM

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 5/22/2024 3:17:00 AM

Beauty is often hidden.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 5/25/2024 12:53:00 AM

Thanks Victor