muse

A New Awakening

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The Parthenon

A NEW AWAKENING
(a shadorma)

My muse had
yet to be born when
I stood in
Athena’s
shadow; yet, part of me knows
she was awakened.

2015-07-22
P. Wanken

In the mid-1990’s, I visited Athens for the first time. It would be more than a dozen years later that I would write my first poem, but I remember standing in awe of this great monument–gazing on her ancient beauty, wanting never to forget the feeling of being a speck of dust in the continuum of life and eternity. I knew that I needed to remember that feeling. I just didn’t know, at the time, that I should be writing about what I saw.

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