Flowers and Stone

It has been a week and here you are
just outside the Roman baths,
more ruins and history, an ancient world
on every corner. Art and stone,
and when you get home and look at your photographs,
you realize it is the flowers, wild and alive,
vibrant and immediate that brought you joy.

About this poem

I often draw on my past for my poems. But the truth is, it’s the here and now that sings to me. Also about Rome. Poetry is never about one thing.

The picture was taken at the Roman baths.

Tom