of peaches embedded stone.
Like a liquid pink river,
flowing down the sky dome.
She had vastness of the sea.
Fossilized at every turn,
the tunes of eternity
whispered untold stories of her admirer.
A fluid rosiness wraps around
endless sands that have seen it all…
Between skies and the earth,
a lane goes back in time.
Yet she has always stood there
swaying her hips in their fullness.
Wandering around her hollows,
many a weary traveller left enticed.
The evening paints her in a darker shade.
She becomes a warm shawl
embracing her beloved by night.
Music translates into the scent of the desert.Listening eyes look up to stars that peep
from the sky --- a cut out in her molten form.
We stood motionless against her current,
knowing not how intensely
her heavenly beauty had engulfed us.
~ I fondly remember celebrating my birthday at Petra ,by night , with 1800 candles! I captured in my mind, all that Kris couldn't, in his camera ...
Very well-written Tash! really liked the "peaches embedded stone" and "fluid rosiness" :) you seem to have nailed your travel experience... is the profile pic taken while visiting this same place?
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~VP
Thanks so much for finding the time to read :) I really appreciate it. This one is from my archives...I had to squeeze it in to match the dates ;)Will add some pictures and sketches from Petra_2009.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is very well written, it took me thru the narrow winding, meandering lanes of Petra, today across centuries! 'Swaying hips' alluring the lover, 'listening eyes' gazing at starts during the night show are very apt and indeed an apt memory of the picture perfect Petra!! Surely, very few places in the world can capture/engulf you in a way that Petra can!
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I agree ...
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