Olympus

Olympus

I dreamt about the crumbling hills,

of lavender, drenched, scented

Highlights of silver dusty light,

grey moons, sad and tormented

I dreamt of rocks rent asunder

racing to sure destruction

the sound of Cicadas

Gods who gave instruction

I dreamt of mortals bowed,

bowed deep before the thunder

I dreamt of sons who prayed

and the ramblings of their fathers

I dreamt of beauty's soft sweet form,

of cotton warmly pressed

The sounds of love of life,

the shape of limb and breast

I Dreamt of Titans softly crying

and infant screams in sleep

I dreamt of dust on rock strewn fields

waters running dark and deep

Where children dreamt of Cerberus

before the sun would finally rise

And mist would quietly disappear

between the earth and the burning sky

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.