poetry and prose
The Acropolis Physic Gardens
There are no gardens in the ancient Agora of Athens, just weeds striding proud through the stoney ruins. We sit amongst ancient silence with a wide glance of the world. Here, with its endings, where history began.
our voices travel
eyes half open to winter’s
icy fingers
for dVerse Haibun “Beginnings” and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter. Image is public domain: by Pankaj Shah on Unsplash © Misky 2020
Love your haiku.
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This is stunning! Having been to Greece a number of times, both with my job as director of a global MBA and for pleasure as tourists….I understand that awesome feeling of standing amongst the ruins of history and thinking at the same time that this was the beginnings. The haiku with it is also stunning.
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Thanks, Lilian!
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It was a long time ago, but I remember it was very beautiful. And there was Hippocrates’ plane tree, possible descendant of the tree which stood there in Hippocrates’ time!
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The ancient silence among the weeds is such a strong image!
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Thank you.
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Thank you, and happy new year.
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Reminds me a bit of Pompeii, Italy. The history and walking amid the stones…
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Yes. I got to go a few (well really many, many) years ago when my Hubby had to work in a small town near by. We spent one day in Rome. We didn’t go in the colosseum, but I did stand outside of it. We didn’t get to the famed fountain either.
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