Come to Verona, Poet

Come to Verona, Poet,
Give up that window
on darkness, the cage
that barricades the senses.

The clover has bloomed;
the leaves are falling
more brilliantly
than ever before.

Fall has become more
bewitching every year.
Come to Verona, Poet.
to the stone unturned,

to the song unsung.
Liars and fools would rewrite
greatness. They grin through
polished teeth and pompadours.

Come to Verona, Poet,
fluent descendant of Dante,
feller of façades;
this world is not well.

All the houses are glass
and the emperor’s suit
needs pressed. The pen
is searching for stones.

12 comments

  1. I enjoy the renaissance feel and especially love the pen searching stone and how it echoes stone unturned and that ‘turn; is a poetic term! also your use of autumn. in keeping w/jan’s post–I have Verona café coffee! kallie

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  2. Sarah, I am on my way, in thought at least. How I would love to go to Verona find stones unturned, show them the poet’s pen can be a way to break sown barricades. LOve it.

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  3. Hi Sarah

    Know is time when we need Shakespeare and his literary progeny to come back to their city of choice, one like Verona, to write about the ills and the ways of this modern day. We need their voice, their verve and passion to make all of us aware of what is happening and what needs to be done for the betterment of the planet and society. I love how you invite the poet to come in the season of gathering, in the season of shedding leaves and the truth of the world and oneself. How can feel the intensity in the poem, the plea and the hope as well!!

    Fall has become more
    bewitching every year.
    Come to Verona, Poet.
    to the stone unturned,

    to the song unsung.

    And yes, there is the song waiting to be voiced and given power through the poet’s pen and the poet’s vision.
    Thank you for sharing this, I love it!

    Wendy

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  4. Dear Sarah

    Quite a striking image / idea at the outset:

    “Give up that window / on darkness, the cage / that barricades the senses”

    Not sure I could actually give it up. But your compelling poem (O! To find the stone unturned!) makes me think I should try 🙂

    Lovely.

    Mark.

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