06 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/06 Pisa, Italy

I was told of a nice beach just outside of Pisa so I snuck in an early shower again and took an early train out.  Tuscany provided an enchanting landscape painted in pastels.  I followed the tourists to the tower in Pisa, gave my two cents and climbed to the top.  With all those people hanging all over it I was surprised it hadn’t fallen and decided to head down before it did.  After strolling through the Duomo and viewing Ramous’s doors I wandered across the river to get a feel for the countryside and sat along the side of the bridge thinking.  Truth, like art is sometimes in the eye of the beholder.   (more…)

06 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 067 Weight of the darkness

Weight of the darkness, surrounds me, north winds begin to blow,
but the spell of another has bound me and I cannot go

Though the storms, she’s fast descending,
and the rain has turn to snow,
still I see no bending and I cannot go

Clouds upon clouds, above me, my steps are becoming slow, though I tried, I still could not see and I could not go