the shadow
as its slide is shifted
the ground is pulse
and the worm
-Lahmadaj
Showing posts with label shadow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shadow. Show all posts
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
a palace
the Alhambra palace was next to me once on a circling walk
I began this trip to see the interior
of this structure close to Granada, Spain
a beautiful and amazing city
I strolled along its outer walls
took a picture from above of a map of its floor plan
there were vines of red above on the yellow mute stucco
the travel to the lower side was a scene
for the mid December air had the leaves autumned
a small stream ran near the high walls and the shadows
along the path did lie
once to the foot of turning water
and the end of walls
after water falling
I climbed a small drive
then a wall or gate to see the distance before me
Upon my height realized my property intrusion
held a moments glance to remember
then descended cacti trail
a leap from the wall
back to a path hearing music
the light shone early
-Lahmadaj
I began this trip to see the interior
of this structure close to Granada, Spain
a beautiful and amazing city
I strolled along its outer walls
took a picture from above of a map of its floor plan
there were vines of red above on the yellow mute stucco
the travel to the lower side was a scene
for the mid December air had the leaves autumned
a small stream ran near the high walls and the shadows
along the path did lie
once to the foot of turning water
and the end of walls
after water falling
I climbed a small drive
then a wall or gate to see the distance before me
Upon my height realized my property intrusion
held a moments glance to remember
then descended cacti trail
a leap from the wall
back to a path hearing music
the light shone early
-Lahmadaj
Saturday, May 22, 2010
in the shadow
the lines are smooth and soft
the ground is cool
tilted grass and crushed seed
the lover's hand
proud to be
green cloud and run water
the long stretch of mindlessness
a freedom and dancing
-Lahmadaj
the ground is cool
tilted grass and crushed seed
the lover's hand
proud to be
green cloud and run water
the long stretch of mindlessness
a freedom and dancing
-Lahmadaj
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