The condor’s shadow
has extended its wing
with pride
stamped its secrets
on the ground
claiming justice
for Incas’ heritage.
Hidden above the clouds
old gods still decipher
Sun-God's rays
of knowledge spreading
from golden walls
to deep valley.
Creation is everywhere as
Wiracocha watches silently
“puzzles stones” pyramids,
memories of the hills
he had transformed
into an army, linger.
The Sun temple
keeps its secret
like a virgin her beauty,
as water whispers,
Sun God's clock speaks
of the Incas' remarkable society.
A contest entry
- Of Condors, Pumas & Lizards by ea.
500 points, ended September 27, 2007, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Awesome!!!! Form flow everything Content rolled me into the poem Well deserving of the gold dear. Very excellent.
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Wow what wonderful imagery in this. Your knowledge of this history certainly also shines here.
A wonderfully penned piece. I wish you all the best in the contest
Gaylene
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