Category: Italy


as a tourist Venice her tranquility, alit upon my soul no car nor truck apart from boat motors, church bells gondoliers’ bawdy songs aching feet led many adventure through her stony labyrinth blotted sun, constricting walls: lost reaching water: found magnificence of her cathedrals…


my breath, caught time’s strident march seconds or hours, lend no aid to define when again I’ll see those eyes of burnt sienna, smile luminous, inviting, till my love, there, on high photo and poem © by dC Lessoway

Tuscan Heart

terraces gathered, impassioned upon the other ever higher sent in stone, blood, circumstance footfall worn, bruised, beaten strengthened by ever-lusting rulers till long-lasting peace wrought crumbling walls, letting all in photo and poem (c) DC Lessoway

Winter’s Imperium

benumbed, betrothed, gracious desiring vigor in mastery over sentimentality, while exemplifying the play of dominion above our heads, yet human be none the less photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway

Stone Prophet

stony silence expressing a thousand words sightless vision, statement of inscribed creeds moral virtue, teaching the unwashed throngs token martyr, likely or unlikely real Photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway

Morning March

Strolling mythical lanes before citizens waken my singular step echoes hastening my mind to ponder visualize, conjure throngs of foot soldiers in rank and file, anticipating battle sweat and leather and dusty sandals sharpened swords, lances, shield, behind their families weep, wonder in months,…

Love for Venice

glinting, dancing sun fluid roadway walking, strolling days not wheeling touring, seeing sites old stories aging, fading brick feel cooling baking, cooking fare great samples voices, echo still walls speaking Venice, island life calls again Photo and poem (c) DC Lessoway