I went to the art lecture
Because I knew it would
Be dark, and I could sit
In the back of the room
In back of all the backs
Of heads staring forward
At the slides shuttering by,
Oil strokes, cut stones
Doric spires all whispering
--This too shall pass—
Ruins.
You could still smoke in those
Rooms back then
And the plumes and gray lace
Rose to the rafters
--Like souls---
Categories:
doric, death, family,
Form: Free verse
Doric columns supported the xyst
with ancestral plane trees and boxwood
lining the spaces between and whispering
the secrets of ancient polished stone.
The promenade led to the gymnasium
where zealous athletes of strength and valor
practiced their regiment for the Games
to earn enhanced esteem and station.
So compelling now to amble and hear
their eager, raised voices of so long ago,
echoing through the walled garden
if one remains silent, and listens.
Categories:
doric, adventure, courage, environment, games,
Form: Free verse
How long I’m standing here on Ortygia?
Remain motionless
under the hot sun.
Looking like a marble kouros
with broken hands.
I search the wind
for the cool breeze of Aegean,
the sweet smell of Delos
which gave its name to this place.
I have to caress the Doric columns
in temples of Apollo,
Athena and Artemis.
I have to easy their eternal nostalgia.
But the source of Arethusa
brings black water from Alpheus today.
Olympia is being burned
and my heart comes out of me
falls on the asphalt
and breaking in pieces.
Gods!
What the barbarians doing again
in our homeland,
while we’re standing here?
You as bare models for tourists
and me like a marble kouros
with broken hands.
Categories:
doric, art, history, holiday, places,
Form: Lyric
They
made
doric,
ionic
and corinthian-
these pillars of society
Categories:
doric, history, on work and
Form: Fibonacci