Ostia Antica


on the edge

flood high

as Tiber

greets the sea


I've been this way


I think

though not quite

so far

so free


across the levelled landscape warm

the ochre stones

seem yet to breath

their thousand years

of toil


when pompous

violent Rome

enslaved the world

or least

the world it knew

beside the

Tyrrhenian Sea


but now

the stones not silent


of loves and hates

faith follies fed

when street to street

ran muddled toiling sweat

and childrens' cries

outshone their parents

tiresome ways


all silent now

to those not deaf

but quiet echoes

can be heard as

sun sets west

green parakeets

do cheep and chase

from tree

to tree


autumn back

to spring


as slowly I walk back

the chatter above

the silver turned leaves

the lizards green

upon my path

all beckon me

to folly free

to follow thee

along the dusty path

through narrow gates

to Rome





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-05 at 21:47

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I want to go to rome now

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a nice poem. It made me miss Rome, a city I'd always wanted to see and didn't want to leave.