as a tourist Venice
her tranquility, alit upon my soul
no car nor truck apart from
boat motors, church bells
gondoliers’ bawdy songs
aching feet led many adventure
through her stony labyrinth
blotted sun, constricting walls: lost
reaching water: found
magnificence of her cathedrals
humility of rising tides
worlds apart, circumventing life
for a while

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway

Love for Venice


glinting, dancing sun
fluid roadway
walking, strolling days
not wheeling
touring, seeing sites
old stories
aging, fading brick
feel cooling
baking, cooking fare
great samples
voices, echo still
walls speaking
Venice, island life
calls again

Photo and poem (c) DC Lessoway

Venetian Tides


in Venice, night
comes wishing for peace
finding none as
crowds’ babel fades
stark shadows, apparitions
arise to dance, perhaps
in delight, freedom, perhaps
in protest for the hand
of treachery, lashed to
Sol’s ebb and flow

photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway

Shadows of History


history bows to the conqueror
blesses the new union of might
then dulls former glories
yet in shadows lurk, truths
unflagging, unwavering, inexpungeable
staunch veracity, waiting for a laying
open of veins beneath rubble deemed
irrelevant, trivial, rubbish, not
for the living to engage

photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway