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

10/14 Marina Piccola, Capri Italy

The next morning I took advantage of the locations that I had found the day before.  It was another beautiful day with the sun shining down under a dense curtain of trees.  I lounged around in-between the shade of the trees and the heat of the sun.  At the end of the day I sat down in the harbor and watched the passing faces leaving the island. (more…)

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

Poem 073 Dreams of wishes

Dreams of wishes, like the trees, who know the wind, its melodies
with no desire, to move or change, a love like passion, to remain

So like these trees, I spread out my arms, to feel the wind, to know its charm
for I could never, plant my roots as deep, from day to day, the sun to greet

And I, just a single sand in time, placing memories, in rows, in rhymes
a dream of colors, of red and gold, a love like flowers, to unfold