╭╮To Rome and back╭╮


September 15 by The Running Son


Venice’s night sky lights up around the holidays! (photo via Inverno Veneziana)


╭╮To Rome and back╭╮


The following is the second spontaneous collaboration I have had with ρöετις over the last few days. Both began as comments on posts, then both evolved into dialog in poetic form. The original comments can be found here.

I want to thank ρöετις for participating in these unique exchanges. I find him both a very talented poet, and a very good soul.

It began, as many poems do, sparked by the simple comment. From Poetic:

“…You know what they say about birds of feather though!”….


Birds of a feather, together make
an airplane fly free
where once ships anchored
only to sea.
Feathers form the way home,
a “V’ pointing out the path,
and promising that with
hope and heart,
all roads lead to Rome.


Or at least a Roman
Holiday, a getaway from
hustling and bustling,
shuffling through crowded,
cold hearted streets, hopeless
broke and always alone,
even though surrounded by
towers of people, trapped
like rats in cubicle squares,
staring at computer screens
and screaming silently,
trying so hard to cope with
the rote-task mind-numbing,
becoming dumbed down
and down right desperate, yet
there’s no rest for the weary till
its nearly reached the weekend.


Or perhaps some
great catastrophe–a Roman
Candle blast–shone bright
where shadows once passed
by night, dancing by dazzle
and slight-of-hand, and
masking genuine light.

And perchance
the downcast and plighted
may ignite, and, by glows cast
across cave walls, unite;
merging where form and shadow
join that collective pool
unraveling insight.



Or it just might be that
seeing shadows on
cave walls is all simply
as Plato stated in his
famous allegory about
how we are controlled
through our perceptions,
and perceiving what we
see to be reality with no
other versions, certainly
not a created illusion or
scripted work of fiction,
we’re ill equipped to be
insightful when we’ve been
hysterically blinded by
our own ignorance, which
allowed people, meeting in
secret, to dictate the terms
of our realities arrangement,
a strange derangement of
the senses and a pervasive
perversion of truth, a ruse
that’s got us grooving to the
music of pied pipers, who
are lying to our faces while
they force us off the cliff.



May we then become cliff-divers,
taunting gravity
and willing ourselves,
by laws that govern energy, to fly,
riding air-streams,
and finding levity
among creatures who, with sight,
see miles beyond 2-D dreams,
beyond rocks
and crags,
and seas
forever pounding land, then receding.
Soft sands
and foam become Earth’s net
for all sailing men
who dive into the wind, believing.



I can conceive and see
a time when, flying high
above the strife and struggle,
there is no more juggling the
woes and worries or scurrying furiously through our daily lives
of doldrum, dreading the day

the bubble bursts,
and the sky is falling –
the bottom falls out and
the other shoe is dropping –

This is why we birds have to
flock together, whether we
are of a feather or not doesn’t
really matter, because as long
as we stay united there’s no
way on Earth we’ll be divided.





Related Posts:

The first poetry dialog between Erik (poetic) and myself: http://po3tic.com/2013/09/13/%E2%9C%AF-collaboration-celebration-%E2%9C%AF/


“Birds over Vatican” By Robert Klein – St. Peter’s colonnade by Bernini, Vatican City, Italy. click4source



All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

6 thoughts on “╭╮To Rome and back╭╮

  1. ρöετις says:

    Thanks again for posting this, it’s always a pleasure doing this with you and each time I feel I grow as a writer so I look forward the next one and hopefully many more of these!

  2. ρöετις says:

    Reblogged this on Stranger Than Fiction and commented:
    Another spontaneous poetic comment session, so much fun to participate in and quite a challenge to keep up with Jim!

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