Looking through my photos from Rome, I considered the fable of the Oracle at the Temple of Apollo.
My pic was a mess, but this un-cited google image features the remaining columns on the right.
 

Choose you this day
whom you will follow
This command
has been made before

Divine and compelling
not idle or hollow
Words that drew
fishermen ashore

Conversely

Choose you to seek
The Temple of Apollo
Enticed by a priestess
to soar

Refined and alluring,
fecund, ripe, not near fallow
Her words drew good men
through arched door

Seeking a future
improved o’er their own
They fall prey
to her charms and allure

Forgetting that choosing
to follow the oracle
Denies them
things promised before

Choose

 

Photo by Kim Nelson ~ Malaga, Spain

 I wondered about the challenges ~ social, emotional, physical ~ of living outside the norm, homeless, when I snapped this photo in late spring, 2011. This poem shares some of that silent pondering.

Wild hearts
beat brutal,
sentimental thoughts
aside

Cozying up
is futile
the aggressor has
his pride

Trusting predator
tolls death-knell
in this milieu
fierce and wide

Neither sullen,
angry,  grudging,
just survival
tacks applied

No emotion

*Inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Brutal, Sullen, Trust

 

Sorrow by Dechobek at deviantART

Her head
bowed
told more than words
could tell.
Her mother’s heart,
dragged down
the road
to hell.
More than once.
In reality
she feels relief.
Thus her shame
holds hands
o’er face of grief.
And she weeps.

 

*Prompted by Poets United, Midnight Snack

 

 

My face, so near the glass it steamed
Beamed
As I looked at Lee’s Yul

His tummy, my back, firm together
Seemed
To confirm my role as his fool

Below us the city, gray-gritty
Teemed
With an energy lively, yet cool

While here in the penthouse, the artist
Schemed
To buy me with gemstone or jewel

Knowing my worth was far greater than this
I drank, dressed and left him there
Cruel

 

Not one for resolutions

She committed to no change

She lived her life, post January one

As previously arranged

~

Demolish habits long ingrained?

Shun drink? Self prohibition?

Transform image ~ rebellious, bold

Complacency? Contrition?

~

What thrill or fun would that produce?

Experiences deny?

I’m traveling fast and light, she mused

Livin’ hard ’til the day I die

~

*Inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Demolish, Resolution, Transform

 

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