Saturday, 28 January 2012

Photo Response

A Portrait Never To Be Forgotten

The crisp air soars
Around
The perky sun mounts
Above
On this chilly summer‘s day
My eyes
Roam
My thoughts
Ponder
The freezing wind whips across my
Probing face
Cold whispers blow into the insides of
My static ears
“Look over there!”
Heaps of proud pine trees
Stand on the bleached summit
In the center
The limbs of the terrain reach for
The peak
                               Nature crafts before my awed gaze
الله
Allah!
Is carved by the remains of washed glaciers
My eyes
  Roam
My thoughts
Ponder
At a miracle engraved in my memory






A portrait never to be forgotten 
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2 comments:

  1. Katy18 February 2012 at 14:36

    Great description! I love the lines: "Cold whispers blow into the insides of / My static ears" and "Heaps of proud pine trees / Stand on the bleached summit."


    Katy

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  2. Poetry Diva19 February 2012 at 15:30

    Thanks Katy! :)

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