eclipse Posted May 8, 2021 Share Posted May 8, 2021 Mountains, thorns in slumber seeking a rose, an identity, revolution was close. Flower called to The bee demanding The return of nectar, despair of Ottoman rule, Greek waters reflected heaven's birthing pools, distilled visions Escaped from an ocean of wounds. Search was needed for the sounds of glass eyes of an angel breaking to release the pure visions that transcended Greek class divisions. Eyes of the Multitude like driftwood in Dreams, claims of exclusivity in which only selected elements of the Greek nation had a role. The arrival of Filiki Eteria secret society to liberate Greece. How long Does it take for a blind Man to bleed after smashing A bottled ship, Insurgents Loosened Turkeys grip. Two hundred years of Independence. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 17, 2021 Share Posted May 17, 2021 For a subject that, in every way, is far-removed from me, this poem kept my interest. I found it pleasing. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eclipse Posted May 17, 2021 Author Share Posted May 17, 2021 You sound underwhelmed Tony... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 17, 2021 Share Posted May 17, 2021 8 hours ago, eclipse said: You sound underwhelmed Tony... Not at all, Barry. I was pleasantly surprised because the title didn’t draw me in; I was expecting something less poetic because of its historical connotation. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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