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Today, I saw on t.v.
a camel
tricked out in gold
entertain a crowd
of dark-eyed men.
The animal
danced and pranced
and nodded to the music
of his master.
Turbaned watchers,
stooping in the dust,
shook their heads,
amazed.
I could't help but think,
this day,
of other beasts,
footsore and worn,
nodding to the sound
of other choirs,
and of those
other watchers,
kneeling in the dust,
bowing their heads,
amazed.
THIS is a GLORIOUS poem. I could SEE the scenes and the impact of your words is just amazing. Wow. I so love it!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd that's what makes you a great poet coz you can't help but think, what is not normally thunk by people. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy new year to you and yours Karen.
This is brilliant! I love your poet's voice in this piece and those last lines are quite wonderful!
ReplyDelete"other beasts,
footsore and worn,
nodding to the sound
of other choirs,
and of those
other watchers,
kneeling in the dust,
bowing their heads,
amazed."
Thank you, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteYou always make me smile, Aniket. Happy, Happy to you, too, my friend.
Marianne, thanks for taking the time to read and comment!
I really like this. Excellent write.
ReplyDeleteI've been lax about commenting lately, Karen, but I read every one of your poems through Google Reader and I am always, always amazed.
ReplyDeleteMama Zen - Thanks for visiting and commenting.
ReplyDeleteSarah - I do the same with you (read in Reader) when you post. Thanks for taking the time this time!