Ancient building, columns define. Eden’s forever garden hidden. Indelibly juxtapositioned kaleidoscopic lake maintains numerous orchidaceae. Porticos’ quaint, reclused, sequestered. Tetrastylon unseen villa’s with xystus, Yogananda’s Zen.
Sweet moment recall
Laughter behind porticos
During Pompeii's fall.
A flash of light,
Yes, in her eyes
Was the only gesture
Of a sign in the first
Adam when he met her.
Time of his manhood
Glows like moonbeam
That coy the sun.
There was terrible toil,
For he feed his flesh
So as to live them.
Like spartan and trojans,
His aspiration is mediocracy
In his time.
The passing weight of time
Knows the counsel of the gods.
Those longing days
Reverberate the mind.
The philosophy of life
Is epicurious enigmatic.
Women became men.
Men became gods.
Power authorized at the apex
Of Mt. Olympus.
Laws break down
At Mt. Sanai.
Crimes diverse pragmatically
Into open doors and design porticos.
Victory a dust of brilliant
Loophole minds,
Was a competition at all.
Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have porticos, piazza, loggia,
gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot,
curl
and jut.
A memory rocks me gently
in its timbered embrace.
I also have an interior
that has been crafted
by every branch
of an endless forest.
It is this depth of a life
constructed upon the growing
of one root.
My house, my portico,
piazza, loggia,
gables, and cupola
all reaching
inward
to where this whole earthy planet
is but a single seed.
Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have columns and porticos,
piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot. curl and jut outward
as the limbs of a still treeing houses.
Once in a house like this,
I recalled the broadleaf woods of my childhood,
a memory that rocked me gently
in its timbered embrace.
I came to know that depth of my life,
its internal architecture
one room grown from another -
the many mansions.
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Ice Crystal Chimes
Staggered shapes of ice crystal chimes dripped pools on the concrete floor,
Cut of pink stones floating as castles in the air,
Drive on torrid wind, no stopping here, pour beneath the sea of din,
Passing through gated entranceways of marbled halls,
Echo soft slippers off steps between the walls,
Enchanted evenings roar when sun shines up the mist,
A forever garden in the courtyard with bushes of hibiscus,
Then sunsets ablaze, that’s bright and brazen,
If heaven could talk, this golden city is a haven,
Moon swept shadows illuminate night, Upon bold construction, up many flights,
The labyrinth occurs for time on repeat,
While porticos of shade escape the heat,
Voices call come down, homeward bound,
Salads and pot lucks bring them together,
Counting on sunshine pleasures!
Across the prairie, far and wide,
the maiden took a moonlit ride...
She chose to venture late at night,
avoiding shadows, taking flight,
to live courageous as in dreams,
freeing her spirit, or so it seems.
Escaping mundane chores of day,
loosing her mount to gallop away,
covering earth with lightning speed,
hooves pounding fast to fill her need.
Through the forest, through the glen,
beyond the places known to men,
over mountains majestic, high,
seeking porticos in the sky.
As moonlight streamed across the field
in glorious brightness, much to yield,
she rode like the wind away from home,
craving her freedom, a chance to roam.
For dawn and sunshine soon would break,
and from their beds the masses wake,
ending a night of perfect bliss
horse and maiden soon would miss-
Untll full moon came with the tide,
coaxing her out for a another ride...
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