Stones and pebbles

What structures do we forget, and what stories do they tell?

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Of the structures of old we do not speak,

for it would hurt our insight

over what’s right and wrong

in this island of gold-green tainted colors.

Gone are the roman roads

or the Lusignan castles

that so proudly decorated the cities of old.

Gone is the rooster’s call in the village mornings,

along with the barking dogs that accompany the eerie winter solitude.

All but the cats have gone astray;

Beckoning us in a silent period where castles are stones

set in blood and apathy,

and roads are pebbles set flimsily.

Though my happiness lies with those

who still remember that should one erase all earthly constructions

stones and pebbles will remain,

intact amidst the passage of time.

This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©