An Aegean Temple

On the island of Samos,
I saw a temple once, once
When wandering the Aegean –
A lone Odyssey of my own.

It sits on a plain, a field
High above the sea. Down
Is the port of Pythagorio, so somber
In its shingles, its color faded
By the bright light
Of the sea. Hera

Here stands, watching white waves
Pound and pound, notching
And indenting, pushing stone
Into the stone of curled
Discs – by grasses that grow
No longer. Yes,

Hera by my side, Samos still
On years of sunlight and
Sand. Sitting walls that are wasted.
Towers once so mighty now
Are gone. Washed through
The sieve of time. Yes,

A disc, just a column and
A disc reaching up and up.
What it means
I do not know. Hera
And silence, sounds
Of waves and light that
Falls and grows, strumming
Patterns of yellows and greens,
And mixed…

What it means I
Do not know.

Posted as part of Poets United Poetry Pantry Series

6 thoughts on “An Aegean Temple

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) September 13, 2015 / 7:48 pm

    Ha.. that concluding words.. beautifully written, but maybe the ways of the god should be enigmatic… When I read Samos though I think of refugees.. as for many Greek islands.


  2. Brother Ollie September 13, 2015 / 11:50 pm

    Nice – you took us across the world. Classic


  3. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) September 14, 2015 / 9:50 pm



  4. glmeisner September 15, 2015 / 1:02 pm

    Lost in the maze of time looking for meaning of some kind, we’ll never find any.


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