The Center Island Poems at Vizcaya

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Vizcaya Museum and Gardens. (Photo by JW Bailly CC BY 4.0)
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Photo by Carolina Menache

Bachanalia
By Carolina Menache

Time travel bathed in tropical green
grips its ground in the Nexus of tomorrow
Debaucherous decadence dazzles naïve eyes
That have only viewed neon lights and bright screens

Dionysus is dead center
A patron saint amidst santos
Opaque marble pulsating in vino

Reality fades through stained glass where glass once chimed
A mischief only moguls were allowed to seek,
Now experienced by underage teens sliding fraudulent ID’s

Hedonism reverberates through the pulse of the once obscure Miami
Its heart nestled in a green grove
Immutable in time

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Photo by Arina Polyanskaya

V.
By Arina Polyanskaya

A mansion built of limestone
(A little too lavish for the face of Miami)
Proudly gazing into the gleaming ocean.
Waiting for
The man who collected enshrined objects
As Ikea sale items for the villa,
Desiring his blood to turn blue.
That man is long gone.

All that is left are the dusty beds
That haven’t felt a touch for eternal years,
Wallpapers from the overseas
That were eaten by the salt in the air,
And countless dark mirrors,
They forgot how to reflect.

All I see now are
The young girls, soon to be women,
Sinking in heavy dresses,
Decorated with rhinestones and fluffy tulles,
Masquerading the queens of the castle.
I hear the tourists continuously photographing,
Wiping sweat beads off their foreheads
And speaking foreign languages,
(Probably, complaining about the burning Floridian sun).

Tell me Spanish villa,
Where will time take you next?

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Photo by Natalia Andino

The Garden
By Natalia Andino

One could almost think
That even in such a serene escape such as the garden
With her gentle scent of lavender,
Her faint droplets falling into the pond
And her robins singing between the pines
That there is still so much vulgar in the world
As people wail with tears on their cheeks
Their stomachs aching from lack of bread
Clothed in nothing but filthy shreds
Homelessness… and suffering…
How? How could this be?
How could we build a safer world?
One with ease and humbleness
So that there will be an end to war
And we could all be in peace?
Even unity..? Maybe?
It almost seems unimaginable.
However, the garden reminds us that the world is not all evil
That even with her frailest flowers
And her humming bumblebees
No task is ever too little
To build a pure home like the garden

The Vizcaya Poems by Poetry Art Community
The Frog Fountain Poems
The Secret Garden Poems
The Center Island Poems
The Grotto Poems
The West Pool Poems