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they go to see
the dunes
self assured tourists on camels
the desert
is intolerant
of the stupid and the meek
they hurry back
each carrying
a new fragility as if emptied
back home
they snuggle
and hold hands like in the old days
in the chill
of the desert night
sands shift revealing bleached bones
ghosts serenade
the desert gypsies
the infant chuckles in her slumber
© 2011 Padmavani Karkera
Beautiful poem with much depth and emotion beneath the surface it seems.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem. It was an interesting read and the structure & rhythm was effective.
ReplyDeletewhat a delightful read.
ReplyDeletedeep and thoughtful piece, thanks for sharing.
This is an intriguing poem...almost haunting.
ReplyDelete"ghosts serenade
the sleeping"...nice.
Thanks for sharing.
Here's mine:
http://mypoetcharm.blogspot.com/2011/02/freedom-to-love-only-you.html
Oh this is gorgeous, I love that third stanza!
ReplyDeleteThe desert has the power to change the powerful. Mere mortals enter at their own risk.
ReplyDeletethe desert is magical...spent once a night in a tent in the desert..will never forget this..things become small...carrying
ReplyDeletea new fragility as if emptied...and this is exactly how it feels
Very evocative and ethereal. Nice one
ReplyDeleteGreat poem: well written, strong form, vivid images, depth of emotion!
ReplyDeletemmm...delicious end...that last stanza especially...really evocative...
ReplyDeleteThere is something mystical about the desert and abou this poem, which invites multiple reads. The thrid stanza is one that particularly resonates and I think will remain in my mind. Very nice work, Padmavani.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and commenting on my blog and for the intro in your About here. I'm touched that you dedicated the site to your parents.
Sharing this poem now.
nice poem!!!!
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