Barren of People
Some people are so empty within
Do they hear the echo of the fallen footfall
There are museums without many statues
Grande they are standing with outstanding
pillars, porticoes and rotundas.
In the courtyard a fountain leaps and flows
back into itself
Some say they are nun-hearted and are blinded
to the worlds;
Like their marble lilies as they
Exhale their pallor of an enchanted scent.
I have envisioned myself with a great public eye
of style;
Many mothers were of Nike and saw
several bald-eyed Apollos.
In view of the dead can sometimes conjure
and injure me with furrowed attention
Thus, nothing had happened
Alas, the moon lay a hand upon my forehead,
So they can blank-faced and mum as a nurse.
Written: Oct. 16/14
Theresa Marie C.
Categories:
rotundas, appreciation, art, beauty, mum,
Form: Free verse