shivering, wet winter’s rippling, sharp gale sheep graze, as I gaze watching, wondering imagining life, here place of reclamation, of old masters, new impressionists quiet life, here, wide fields lined traced, in water photo and poem © by DC Lessoway
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
open the door to a benign, muggy cloak pattering of sequestered gecko ceaseless hymns of wave, Myna and Finch crowing roosters at large tour birds of paradise lush, coral ginger milky plumeria, red hibiscus aloha issued from slender palms mesmerizing splendor contemplate West Maui…
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
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
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,…
