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No Greek Isles

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Your wrinkled countenance 

unfolds universes within my mirror,

unweaving fabrics of time

as I cross your terrible threshold of caution.

The day evaporates as evening comes;

we live in these dusky moments between.

Wandering hallowed halls 

which sweep before me as unkempt memories,

 

I am lost, 

lingered beneath this wide expanse of stars,

followed by long-extinguished light beyond a casual horizon.

Looking behind,

I move forward toward harvest.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 

Author notes
 
 
 
Art: Roman bust of Janus, Vatican Museum


Sources: 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janus

http://www.livius.org/ja-jn/janus/janus.html





Inspired by Allyce May's poem,

"Janus, It's About Time We Met Again" 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/5521061


The title specifically relates to the fact that, unlike most gods and goddesses
of the Romans, there is no Greek equivalent for Janus.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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  • Paloszoo gold member
    October 22

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    Your way with words is remarkable in this piece.

    Wandering hallowed halls
    which sweep before me as unkempt memories,

    Those lines are just beautiful to me.

    Thanks so much for entering my contest. It’s an honor read your fine work!


  • Rev Alimae gold member
    August 4

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    I am one for many words, easily able to catnate and place to paper mine own thoughts. Alas this one doth leave mine own self speachless. I bow to thee.

    Rev. Alimae


  • Jonathan ROBIN
    July 26
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    Paradoxes ...

    Looking behind, I move forward toward harvest.

    "Tout vient à temps à qui sait attendre"

    Everything come to (s)he who knows how to wait - Fables Jean de la Fontaine


  • Allyce May gold member
    July 22

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    I love the last two lines! That's the essence of it - the moving forward. I very much tried to capture the same concept in my own Janus poem, but being me, it came out a little dark and distorted Janus makes me think of choice, and yes, that threshold. Yesterday is already gone.

    Enjoyed this muchhhly


  • white stone
    July 20

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    Lots of movement and evidence thereof (like wrinkles). Soft and spiritual. Excellent closing lines as well.

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