Our mild tourist-faces
blended with the expressions
of “others,” they had not a name
nor a symbol, but one
worldly hub; spreading,
[& even when we kissed
the honeymoon opaque
was swept under busy footprints.]
Peacocks & rain forests
hung in swollen air,
murals of coloured clandestine
melting from sunshine [it too
plagued skin with continuing tan,]
nature-ink, amputated & grow-back,
wrung like a sponge wanting
to be whole,
captured paintings, stagnant
starshine, once catching pride
of the dancing tiger.
Once we escaped “real”,
unindustrialized breath-
winds of nature, the living
became essential. Their
streets diverse in many-prism
watercolour.
Palaces based with squared
soul-attacks,
& topped by cylinders
that shaped our spirits,
[while the spheres captured
hearts, that didn’t want to leave
anyway.]
After revisiting the sidewalk
where we realized humanity
could get lost itself, we
concluded that the markets
would be divided.
Sweaty cheeks & lips
palmed the dryness of fruit
juicy make-days. Balancing
on oversized vegetables,
the life tacit, not so,
on the crops & beauty
of by holy hands touched yearly
horizons.
Mesmerism fell out the peak
of Kangchenjunga, the top floor
looking down on fogged eyes,
[connections passed in summits.]
Finally, we wondered through deserts.
Sand that could entice my outstretched
hands, also blistering feet,
with temped sunray battalion
through uncontrollable sandstorms,
left with the grains on wisdom,
heartsbeating heated from chests,
lost in breezes hanging will
over borders to delicacy,
[feasts of fingertipped concord.]
In the legbeats of bejewelled
tap, our heart came back,
on the seducing stages where
“Truth alone triumphs” upon
the gem jingoistic faces.
Author notes
This poem is written to take you through the country of India. It explains a couple honeymooning here and how they lost their heart within a couple times. The poetry is meant to bring you from the third highest peak in the world, to the desert, to the housing, the markets and the sidewalks, and many more. Hope you enjoy.
A contest entry
- Take Me There Part III: India (Any Time Period) 900 Points! by Everwind Rising.
900 points, ended August 9, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Ultimate Goal by N e a r.
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Here is imagery unabated entwined with interesting and expressive metaphors. This piece has good rhythm. You have very unique wording and a wonderfully original style. Liked it very much.
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Now there,
This is a great poem, only if I take it from your point of view
If I had to tell you about India ... you might ..
lol, nevermind ... we leave that for later
Understand my comment? Thought so - neither do I
NeveR ♥
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lmao, no, I don't quite get it but thanks for the comments and clappies!
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lol, look at it this way.
Whenever I went to India, I had food poisening every other day.
I didn't really see much beauty laying down in the jeep, barely the strength to look out the window
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This poem brought me a very many places,
I feel well-traveled
I must admit that the title sort of
intimidated me because I have no idea what it means,
and there were a few words in here
that I did not know the meaning of,
which ment I did not recieve an image.
Still I loved this, very worldly!
peace to all ~flight
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Thank-you for the insightful comment Johanna
I have been thinking about the tile... but I just love the way it slurs so much I can't bring myself to xD
It probably is wordy... I probably got carried away Will work on that.
Thanks again!
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I'm always so glad when you have something written in your author notes.... at least for me, after I read them, I go back and re-read the poem, realizing the brilliance from which you write... Thanks for the author's note, and thanks for sharing this poem.
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Awwwww, thank-you
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