My Roman Ruins

A broken heart poem

My Roman Ruins

 

you are my rome,

all roads lead home to you

 

the ruins of my destruction

on the rounding patchy earthen grounds

strown with stiff marble columns

that have long ago cracked and crumbled

and into several broken pieces

by the hand of a violent man

 

signs of the holy catholic trinity

stand everywhere

yet there's no holy space 

where I find the comfort that I need

to rest my weary head

 

bleached bones and skulls

with sullen hollow spaces

hide in deep tunnels under the ground

continue to haunt me in my sleep

as the towering roman aquaducts

remind me of the mighty powers

that fell from grace years ago

 

the via appian way spreads

far and wide to many places

destroying forces that

blocked their armies way

on it's broken bricked path

I trod through my sunny days

and my dark loney nights

 

yet no matter how hard I fight

to move my sandled feet far away from you

my warped brain keeps

directing it's seizing waves to

cherished memories of your

youthful tanned roman face

Reviews

[Liza]

wow; i love all the historic and religious references, very talented indeed - i love how you tied it all up into emotion of a lover's once youthful face
this is a marvelous reminder how the mind can take us to extraordinary journeys through our memories.

[Stammers]

Firstly - intellectual, obviously very comfortable with Roman history, if not in detail, in mindset.

Secondly, this is stunning. The metaphor gets more painful and beautiful every read, I love it.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

bleached bones and skulls
with sullen hollow spaces
hide in deep tunnels under the ground
continue to haunt me in my sleep
as the towering roman aquaducts
remind me of the mighty powers
that fell from grace years ago

what an amazing display of faith and courage... I am floored by your creative expression and inspirational words.