6.
The Old Roman Wall
In Augsburg there is a Great Roman wall
Of stone, Not dark, and open to the sky of blue—; Homeless looking, old ruins, under the
Somber sun: Soundless and secret—alone.
Profound its nature is—; I cannot
Answer why: No doors, no locks, just mortar and rock
Face the sky—; perhaps, It is that— its cryptic past is seemingly
Murmuring —unceasingly…!
#1181 2/7/2006 7.
Heidelberg Castle (Fortress on the Hill)(1975)
"Be meek,” I said, when I first marveled
At her face— (a strong fortress, with a restful
courtyard): "Be meek,” who knowest how thy story
goes—; From high—ye, stands, above
The river: Spirit filled with indifference—. Mangled-stones with footprints of
Lost battles— Reluctant-days, and woe!
Notes by the author: "I visited Heidelberg Castle one afternoon, in 1975, this 13th century castle, with 16th century buildings here and there. I stayed for what was called the 'Illumination,' where they light up the castle, and have fireworks, a most inspiring event. In its ancient, and most gracious looking courtyard I relaxed and took the day in; my son Cody at that time was with me (about three-plus years old), he was running here and there; thank God I was young; it has a slope, or walkway, or rampart, to its top, a long walk its seems, as I look back, perhaps because I had to carry Cody some of the way.”
#1182 2/7/2006
8.
The Baroque Staircase
Wuerzburg, once bombed to Hell—(WWII),
No voice has said, "Farewell!” And now she stands, the finest of them all: Along the banks of the Main River,
Bavaria's southern heritage city.
Stepped into Napoleon's room: Looked about the vast Garden Chamber, Built in 1744….
Note: From 1974-1976 the author traveled a lot in West Germany, France, Switzerland, Belgium and Luxemburg; especially witnessing its many castles and rivers. #1183 2/7/06. Introductory Poem
German Ramparts
There lies a country with no time or space, I roamed her cities and streets; castles, riverbanks, in my youth; forests and creeks, bars and fests—, paths that I shall never remember, nor trace again.
Our love for each other is desolate, yet it is ours—, fall leaves, summer heat, the winter winds, all ours to keep, remember or not—so many memories stirred—the old spirit seems to have arms, with voices and memories of long ago, of long age. Thus, I stand irresolute, a ting; lonely: you could say—for one I shall never know.
#1185 2/7/06
9.
Red Sandstone
Aschaffenburg —down, The River Main, Red-sandstone, Simply majestic!
Note: The author lived eight-miles from this beautiful castle, 13th century, made of Red Sandstone, of which on the weekends he'd take his son Cody to the castle, park the car, and if it wasn't open, they'd simply play, and look at its beauty. And when he'd drive off, he could still see its pinkish color in his mirrors.
#1184 2/7/06
See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com