Giorgio Veneto (Athens, Greece)
Outside the noon calls me to float
on waters blue becomes the scope,
blackened's the cause of this quote,
cold winters have maintained the hope.
How well aloneness underlined
rephrasing lyrics we have heard,
the mountains then composed and rhymed
your postal letters winds conferred.
Their voices howl out to adjoin
with what once was a gracious fare;
the road shines wet - a silver coin
that once received your touch and stare.
Adventive solitude - eyes' glint,
above the monumental stones
the gray granite, beige slate and flint
odd epigraphs and ancient thrones.
My abstract algorithms define,
verse-carved - my lines and surreal,
extortionate my bounds to appeal.
Ideal and unworthy phrase
how pride adorns the beds of blooms,
what our symbolical embrace,
and apotheosis assumes.
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(An Iambic tetrameter)
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