Wednesday, May 21, 2008


From the church of Santa Felicita

A woman walks out from

Under an arched door,

Her heels echoing off the stones

On her way to something more

Rising within as she leaves

The church of Santa Felicita.

She walks on and looks up at the

Duomo, boldly reaching for Heaven

And though the smog and dust from below

Darken that dome, still it seems to

Reach stubbornly towards what it does not know

But can feel and yearn toward

And refuses to be denied.

She reaches the Arno, and sees the many

Bridges there like arms embracing a lover;

There are so many paths that she could take

Then, as the sun reflects off the river

And she wonders which choice to make,

At that moment a rose floats by in reflections

Inexplicable, beautiful, alive, like a tomorrow.


GeraniumCat said...

Mmm, like the last image. Very satisfying.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you! (cats are always welcome here at the Word Garden!)

Florencia Suarez A. said...

I really adore your poetry!

Anonymous said...

Whew. Powerful words: "Her heels echoing off the stones On her way to something more"

I love that she's still trying to figure out what to do at the end, not sure there's hope in any direction. Then she sees the rose (a symbol of tomorrow, of possibility), and I think she finds her answer.