because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse


Old, old loves
graffitied intricately into the decaying curves of stone-
struck corners describe the contours of a city
in heat, air-brushed by the Sirocco
and a whiff of drying citrus.
One has the feeling even an Augustine, in such a cauldron,
would never have found the need to confess.
Lost happily in streets
of summered serpentine,
strangers sense
this place has secrets, its
smell of dark underground desires, swaying
palm-scented footsore desires, whole
honeyed catacombs of desires: a
turbulent jewel
of something-more-than-not-quite-Italy
to a rusted future by nothing less than history, yet
etched so firmly into the imagination
that even a Virginia girl
on a snowy winter’s night
remembers with longing
the smoky staccato of her pulse.



grazie a Estrella Azul ed al suo post, Sleeping Beauty of Palermo, per l’ispirazione di questa poesia e per ricordarmi quanto mi ha mancato la incomparabile Siciliaย  —jsl

9 responses

  1. Some fantastic winding word images here.
    I really enjoyed this.
    That fountain does look a bit odd though. lol

    January 8, 2011 at 6:19 am

    • thanks, man. and you should have seen the fountain when i had it stretched big as part of the slideshow header–talk about odd ๐Ÿ˜‰

      January 8, 2011 at 11:19 am

  2. I especially love the feelings behind these lines,
    to a rusted future by nothing less than history, yet
    etched so firmly into the imagination”
    The poem is so beautiful, made me recall Palermo and all the feelings I’ve felt while visiting, even more sharply!

    And thank you for the shout-out, I’m so glad to have inspired you with my flash ๐Ÿ™‚

    January 8, 2011 at 8:33 am

    • thanks so much, Estrella, and of course I had to send you a shout-out; i love it when creativity spreads contagiously like this ๐Ÿ™‚

      January 8, 2011 at 11:21 am

  3. beautiful imagery. thanks for getting me lost for a while.

    January 8, 2011 at 4:22 pm

  4. makes me yearn for palm scented foot sores ๐Ÿ™‚

    January 8, 2011 at 9:28 pm

  5. @heather– any time! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    @Life– well put. thanks for stopping by! ๐Ÿ™‚


    January 9, 2011 at 1:00 pm

  6. Ahhh…Bella Italia!
    You transported me to Sicily…the crooked streets, the smell of citrus and all of those romantic secrets which history will never tell but Italy helps you to understand.
    Your Italian is outstanding…better than mine!


    January 9, 2011 at 10:55 pm

    • Gio–
      though i doubt it’s true, your comment about my Italian made my night! ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for dropping in.


      January 10, 2011 at 12:48 am


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