hidden fortress,
desiccated dream
meandering in minds
lost behind the desert’s setting sun,
spiraled columns illuminate night
behind the shroud of mystery
that emerges in desert’s mirage
among the rocks,
that radiate their secrets
to those who listen
sandstorm spirals
between the centuries,
Nabataean chimera
that faded with onslaught
of Grecian gods and Roman roads,
crescent moons and crusaders,
until the sand’s silence
the covered voices hushed hues
only heard through quiet tombs,
between pillared promises
that eternally wait for remembrance,
as man’s hand traces their images
onto the canvas of civilizations
lost in primordial memory,
hoping for recollection
when the storm ceases
A contest entry
- Petra -- that "rose-red city half as old as time" by ea.
600 points, ended August 28, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"when the storm ceases..." that strikes me since Petra incorporates so many religions out of so many time frames. It is a restless wind that howls through her passageways indeed.
I really love this in particular,
"Nabataean chimera
that faded with onslaught
of Grecian gods and Roman roads,
crescent moons and crusaders"
Thank you.
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The imagery in this poem is sensational, it also has a good flow to it, well done!
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This is a place I want to travel to after reading your poem! Great read and good luck in the contest!
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