Shared with dVerse Poetics – landscape. This one took a turn and describes the mixed feelings I have about one of the most beautiful cities in the world, one that I very much enjoyed meeting and living in for twenty-plus years.
Let me tell you a story,
one that denies what is seen;
because my eyes were open
without understanding what had been.
The lemon eucalyptus was unknown
to those such as me;
star-eyed sailors
on a voyage of discovery.
By the time of my arrival
all the murdering was done,
so I celebrated the widest skies
while never holding a gun.
The abundant harbour waters
the bridges that were since built,
were symbols more than cricket
to hide away our guilt.
Where the forest meets the city,
right down to the water’s edge,
all the sorries were insincere –
the surf repeats its pounding pledge.
The floods and fires – lost control –
so nature’s revenge befits;
glass houses return to the rocks,
like an opera that never quits.
I can hold you in my mind’s eye
now that I’m so far away.
Learned that anywhere is everywhere
and everything is nothing anyway.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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